You’re almost asleep and
I’m jealous of your sheets because
Nights like this I wish I could be them.
You’re in my poems.
In my head and in my heart but
You’re not in my arms and
The countdown could not go quick enough.
I wish there was a fast forward on this thing.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
You’re almost asleep and
I’m jealous of your sheets because
Nights like this I wish I could be them.
You’re in my poems.
In my head and in my heart but
You’re not in my arms and
The countdown could not go quick enough.
I wish there was a fast forward on this thing.
This is part of my poem a day challenge
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