her place
her room is beautiful
just like she is
i almost didn't want to walk in
i didn't want to intrude
but she urged me in
telling me all about the posters on the walls
and the pictures on her desk
she seems so free when she talks
like the words just flow right out of her
her words are the melody
her eyes are the song
she tells me to sleepover
i can never seem to tell her no
i try to take the floor
there's room for two, she says
so i sleep beside her
letting her calm breathing
sing me to sleep.
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starlight ✷ ronance
Fanfictionronance. in which robin buckley writes poems about nancy wheeler.
