“sleep in my eyes
and bundle up inside
my beating heart;
perhaps i’d even let
you rest in my ribcage
nestle your strands
of jet black hair between
my fingers and intertwine
your hands with mine
kiss my chapped lips and
make sure to not smudge
my lipstick
come back to me, baby
i’ll show you what
love really is.”
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
“sleep in my eyes
and bundle up inside
my beating heart;
perhaps i’d even let
you rest in my ribcage
nestle your strands
of jet black hair between
my fingers and intertwine
your hands with mine
kiss my chapped lips and
make sure to not smudge
my lipstick
come back to me, baby
i’ll show you what
love really is.”
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