We're both writing notes to ourselves
That we hope the other will find -
Trying to poke and **** out our Jenga pieces
But finding both sides entwined.
She woke me up this morning
With a cry.
She'd walked into a wardrobe or something.
I wanted to know why...
She sent me for some Arnica
I don't know where it hides
By the time I got back
She was already back inside
the duvet covers.
I put the tube of gel down
Climbed back into bed
And said nothing.
We are strange lovers.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
We're both writing notes to ourselves
That we hope the other will find -
Trying to poke and **** out our Jenga pieces
But finding both sides entwined.
She woke me up this morning
With a cry.
She'd walked into a wardrobe or something.
I wanted to know why...
She sent me for some Arnica
I don't know where it hides
By the time I got back
She was already back inside
the duvet covers.
I put the tube of gel down
Climbed back into bed
And said nothing.
We are strange lovers.
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