Last night I dreamed of you all night
And didn't want to wake
The dream was uncovering
memories of you, I'd buried.
A swat to the backs of my legs
to get me to open them.
Your carters blanket
up to shield us.
Doing things you didn't want
the God to see.
What was I dreaming then?
I wasn't.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Last night I dreamed of you all night
And didn't want to wake
The dream was uncovering
memories of you, I'd buried.
A swat to the backs of my legs
to get me to open them.
Your carters blanket
up to shield us.
Doing things you didn't want
the God to see.
What was I dreaming then?
I wasn't.
Tags: little bluebird, bobby bland, carters, perfect firsts
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