after a night spent tossing
& turning,
sleeplessly overheating
& burning
i wake now to you
seeping through the open window
enveloping my body
caressing my skin
implanting the dire
hunger within
it all feels so out of place
but you-
this electrifying cold-
have found home with
me here, in
the room of the misfit,
as he once more strains
to open his eyes and
absorb the external
don't leave me, there's
no reason we ever have
to leave this bed again
our story is written
in the stars
clearly and beautifully
there's no reason to
leave this bed again
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
after a night spent tossing
& turning,
sleeplessly overheating
& burning
i wake now to you
seeping through the open window
enveloping my body
caressing my skin
implanting the dire
hunger within
it all feels so out of place
but you-
this electrifying cold-
have found home with
me here, in
the room of the misfit,
as he once more strains
to open his eyes and
absorb the external
don't leave me, there's
no reason we ever have
to leave this bed again
our story is written
in the stars
clearly and beautifully
there's no reason to
leave this bed again
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