when you call me by my name
it’s a warm cup of coffee on a cold morning
the scent wafting room to room
the sleep in my eyes just falls away
and although I can’t see you
I can hear the smile on your lips
and I can feel the warmth in your chest
when you call me by my name
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
when you call me by my name
it’s a warm cup of coffee on a cold morning
the scent wafting room to room
the sleep in my eyes just falls away
and although I can’t see you
I can hear the smile on your lips
and I can feel the warmth in your chest
when you call me by my name
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