You are a limpet to your bed
I kiss your precious head.
The bright purple sky is warning,
cold outside is calling.
The rays creep through,
And under sheets caress you.
I watch dazed by sleep,
in slumber, your eyes weep.
Your hair is out of place,
Pillow case creases on your face.
The covers entwined, fighting.
As you find the perfect lighting.
My honey I adore you,
I whisper on deaf ears,
As you toss and turn,
I implore you,
And I will for many more years.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
You are a limpet to your bed
I kiss your precious head.
The bright purple sky is warning,
cold outside is calling.
The rays creep through,
And under sheets caress you.
I watch dazed by sleep,
in slumber, your eyes weep.
Your hair is out of place,
Pillow case creases on your face.
The covers entwined, fighting.
As you find the perfect lighting.
My honey I adore you,
I whisper on deaf ears,
As you toss and turn,
I implore you,
And I will for many more years.
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