and when i'm half-awake,
with my phone pressed against my ear,
listening to your voice lulling me to sleep,
i swear we come face to face.
ankles touching,
hands tucked beneath our cheeks,
eyes connected,
hearts intertwining.
on different beds,
on the same page.
it'll do. darling,
it'll do.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:41 AM UTC
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