6 am,
she tries to shuffle away from your grasp.
But you feel her shift and pull her closer to your chest.
She muffles her laugh as she tries the second time after a slight pause,
her back is against your chest, your arm wrapped around her holding on to her like a child does with their favorite teddy bear that they couldn't sleep without.
She tries once more, that's when you flip her around.
Face to face,
your lips graze hers and your grip tightens.
"Good morning."
She loved mornings like this.
YOU ARE READING
DUSK TILL DAWN
PoetryThese are the thoughts that keep her up at night, feelings that bring her to tears, memories she holds on to, moments she wishes she could rewrite. this is her mindset from dusk till dawn. Authors note: This book is solely owned by me please do...
