Jun 2013
Spend the morning,
Wrapped in cold sheets,
My skin touching yours,
Your warm lips pressed to mine.
The sound of birds all around,
But your heartbeat loud in my ear,
The only song I’ve memorized.
Wrapped in cold sheets,
My skin touching yours,
Your warm lips pressed to mine.
The sound of birds all around,
But your heartbeat loud in my ear,
The only song I’ve memorized.
dedicated to the mornings spent cuddled in bed as the world continues to spin all around you.
(neverland)
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