And there you are.
Your hair spills over the pillow,
dark brown on white and I feel the urgent need to go over and let the strands slide through my fingers.
Your eyes are open, but I force myself not to look at you and drown.
Don't.
Don't.
Don't.Instead I let my thoughts dance, one, two, three and everything you are is suddenly written down in front of me. The honest truth.
I look at my words, I look inside my brain, I recall my dreams.
And there you are.
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brooklyn tough || random
Poetry*** I wish I was brooklyn tough; selling my heart to you, inbetween fights in alleys and your mom's peanut butter cookies. *** (English/German)