Thursday, 22 February 2018

She Caught My Vacant Staring And Ripped Me From My Dreams

I wanna pat you on the head and laugh until we both are dead. I wanna take your troubles and kick them to death, eat together, love each other, make sure that you're well fed. I want you to sleep by my side so I can feel your shallow breaths, your little mouth puckered, peacefully it rests. When you are happy what more can I feel but blessed? She asks what I am thinking, "oh, nothing" I protest.

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