I wish I could come home to you
after this messy day
after my heart is pouring black blood
and my eyes are burning red.
I wish I could come home to you
and lay in your arms
and kiss the your rose petal lips
and twine my fingers
with you own.
I want to be able
to close my eyes
and listen to your heart beat
and the storm of your breathing,
and sleep.
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forelsket
Poetryforelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love everything I have and will write about you
