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Jan 2016
I remember the first time you spend the night at my house.
Just the two of us
I was so happy and nervous, it was the first time I had a girl sleepover.
My hands couldn't stop shaking, it didn't help that I liked you.
I made my bed better than I had ever made it for myself
I cleaned everything from the under my bed to the top of my shelf.
I wanted that night to be as perfect as you
And to my surprise, nothing was new. The night went great.
Then. It was time. To go to bed...
I went to lay down on my couch I had in my room
And that's when you offered me a choice. A choice that would change my life forever.
I could either sleep on the couch
Or I could sleep with her on my bed.
I can't recall what went through my head, or the words that I said
All I know is, that I was soon with her in my bed.
Her of the left and myself on the right
Even in my sleep I never let her out of my sight.
I've never slept better, than when I'm beside her.
I sleep like the dead, doesn't even matter the bed.
You were the missing piece to rest, that I never had before that night
A piece that I had briefly before I lost it.
You ruined me.. I can't go back
Because now.. No matter what I do
I cannot rest
Until I'm in bed
With you.
Dev
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Dev  M/Home, finally.
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