It's 4 in the Morning, DearA Poem by Z
my dear,
its too early for that im only here, whats the worry? please put it down, my darling whatever it is youre holding our fortress of sheets are still open if you'd like, ill give you some cuddling treat yourself good, my sweetheart, and lay here with me your face, your heart, wherever it hurts ill be kissing so go ahead, my love crawl back to me, the pillows, and the creaks, and leave everything behind until the sun's glaring its too early for that, my dear what's the worry? im only here. © 2016 Z |
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