Watching the way
you slept at night
waiting for me
to come home from
my third shift shift
job, I ran my
fingers through
your hair
and kissed every
scar on your skin
and hoped that you
were having a good
dream and knew even
while you slept that
somebody loved you.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Watching the way
you slept at night
waiting for me
to come home from
my third shift shift
job, I ran my
fingers through
your hair
and kissed every
scar on your skin
and hoped that you
were having a good
dream and knew even
while you slept that
somebody loved you.
first love.
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