who are you at six am
twisted soft into your bedsheets
face pressed into the pillow
half-asleep, sleepy night-dust settled into your eyelids
I am not a poet, a dancer, a murderer
at six am
sleeping by your side I am only a human being
I only want what I have
right here.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
who are you at six am
twisted soft into your bedsheets
face pressed into the pillow
half-asleep, sleepy night-dust settled into your eyelids
I am not a poet, a dancer, a murderer
at six am
sleeping by your side I am only a human being
I only want what I have
right here.
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