Tuesday Wesley Rayemond

Someday I'll marry you

Sitting here under a blanket, watching cartoons, without my socks, can't sleep, not hungry, and not in my home.
And I still am just thinking about her.
She's a heart pillow I've been hugging every night.
I'm getting unwanted praise and ugly earrings.
I have written 1 letter
I am writing the moment I get home.

And the title has stopped giving me moths.