Saturday night
You hold me close
We peel away our layers
Sunday rolls around
You stay on your side of the bed
You gently snore
And I admire you.
Time passes
You let me rest on your chest
Until you put on your shoes
I love Saturdays
I dread Sundays.
YOU ARE READING
The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
