Even summer skies become pink
And even softness becomes unbearable
Just the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the drier is too much heat for me
And even bitter coffee can be too sweet if you're there
And when I go to sleep, I don't need dreams
As long as you fall asleep next to me
That's more than enough; it's too much
Even my face becomes pink
And even gentleness becomes unbearable
Just the feeling of having hot chocolate on a cold day is too much heat for me
And even bitter farewells can be too sweet if I know I can see you again
And when I go to sleep, even nightmares are okay
As long as you fall asleep next to me
That's more than enough; it's too much
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Poetry
PoesíaIdk sometimes I write stuff I guess. Some of it's alright and I don't know where else to put it so I'll just put it all here Most of them are very personal and some of them may not make sense to anyone. I write these mostly for myself, but I figured...
