Oh wouldn't it be nice....
Ironically however,
If she was to wake up
And the first thing she
Sees is my soul.
Second thing,
The heavens opening up
Flowing purity on
A union of imperfections.
Finally, her welcoming the
Warmth of my morning-
Breath kisses
Like the sun piercing
Through the window seals
Goode Morning
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Oh wouldn't it be nice....
Ironically however,
If she was to wake up
And the first thing she
Sees is my soul.
Second thing,
The heavens opening up
Flowing purity on
A union of imperfections.
Finally, her welcoming the
Warmth of my morning-
Breath kisses
Like the sun piercing
Through the window seals
Goode Morning
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