Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Inhale, the only breath I need is yours. Sleeping in too late. I can't sleep at all. Admiring your face. Thinking of your laugh. Another wasted Sunday. It's not a waste. The curve of your back under faded T-shirt. How your sweatpants look. The way you look to me. Thinking about bacon, eggs, and pancakes. 2 O'clock recluse. I will surely take. I wait for now admiring your smile. Waiting till we wake. Your my dream.

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