Saturday, September 19, 2009

Stay Sleeping

I hate the mornings when you go...
It's unhealthy I suppose,
Everyone must go to work.

But when I wake to find you there,
Fingers running through your hair,
Gliding over skin beneath your shirt.

Love has never felt alike,
To foggy minds of morning light...

... Too soon to recall all the hurt.

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