its two A.m in the morning and Im supposed to be studying, writing notes given to me in class to help me pass my upcoming test but instead Im watching you rest. writing notes only you give to my heart, somehow you make sleeping seem like art and Im wondering what you dreaming of as I see your nose twitch. I know Id be in the dark without you like now if I hit the light switch. you are a poem of endless quotes and old songs that have everything to do with you not me ripping off your jeans. I thank God for ripping you out of my genes because that gave me a chance to meet you again and suddenly phrases like you hold my heart, you are my bone and my home your chest make sense. you tinker me In ways to deep to fathom and I am writing this as I watch you sleep.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 00:53:59 +0000
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