We sleep together,
not like that.
We lay,
her arm draped across my side.
We kiss,
but not much else.
We talk,
until it's the early mornin.
We laugh,
so much I think the neighbors will knock.
We sleep together,
and its comforting.
I think,
this could be more.
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PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
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We sleep together,
not like that.
We lay,
her arm draped across my side.
We kiss,
but not much else.
We talk,
until it's the early mornin.
We laugh,
so much I think the neighbors will knock.
We sleep together,
and its comforting.
I think,
this could be more.