Sometimes I find it hard to concentrate,
But my mind can hold the image.
someone That'll commiserate
in my morning misery,
Or at least understand The hollow filling like a drum.
Maybe
when I awake,
and see you lying
that things are fine
and our hands could be entwined,
or I could slip between your breast,
and hold you by your chest.
But why be so burdensome.
perhaps I’d rather be alone
Let the morning throes dissipate with the sun.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Sometimes I find it hard to concentrate,
But my mind can hold the image.
someone That'll commiserate
in my morning misery,
Or at least understand The hollow filling like a drum.
Maybe
when I awake,
and see you lying
that things are fine
and our hands could be entwined,
or I could slip between your breast,
and hold you by your chest.
But why be so burdensome.
perhaps I’d rather be alone
Let the morning throes dissipate with the sun.
