The curtain rod does not fit into my window
so the sun has a key to get in
My room is on the unexposed side of my house
and the morning light climbs into my bed
like a lover
that I had a fight with the night before
who I told to
stay
on
the
couch
and so, I wake up crabby.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
The curtain rod does not fit into my window
so the sun has a key to get in
My room is on the unexposed side of my house
and the morning light climbs into my bed
like a lover
that I had a fight with the night before
who I told to
stay
on
the
couch
and so, I wake up crabby.
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