My room is neat nothing out of place...
But my bed has another tale to tell,
White pillows with dark smudges
Sheets and blankets in a twist
.
Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before.
An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours.
Is this how it feels to hope?
I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay
Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
My room is neat nothing out of place...
But my bed has another tale to tell,
White pillows with dark smudges
Sheets and blankets in a twist
.
Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before.
An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours.
Is this how it feels to hope?
I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay
Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.
Good god help me
