I stir in the soft glow, in the room, and traffic is a slight ocean's wave, in sound,
I put my hand upon my chest, this ceiling isn't mine, the fixture here is round?
When I roll over, you are there, face hidden by your hair,
Pillow grasped with hands still bunched, have a hunch
We loved last night under, the moonlight, cloud light , no light
If I remember anything, ... umm I must get dressed and take my things
I must leave without saying goodbye, or get the stare from sleepy eyes,
That could **** even me, with the air thick with thrill, from the eve before,
No, I must leave sleep and you, to walk the dog who is scratching at the door,
for sure before I leave, this early early morn.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
I stir in the soft glow, in the room, and traffic is a slight ocean's wave, in sound,
I put my hand upon my chest, this ceiling isn't mine, the fixture here is round?
When I roll over, you are there, face hidden by your hair,
Pillow grasped with hands still bunched, have a hunch
We loved last night under, the moonlight, cloud light , no light
If I remember anything, ... umm I must get dressed and take my things
I must leave without saying goodbye, or get the stare from sleepy eyes,
That could **** even me, with the air thick with thrill, from the eve before,
No, I must leave sleep and you, to walk the dog who is scratching at the door,
for sure before I leave, this early early morn.
Aubade - I am a morning person...5:19 A.M I am awakened
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