Sleep was my favourite thing to do with you.
We'd wrap around each other like vines. Never letting go until we would wake.
I would open my eyes to see your lovely face.
Sleep was......was my favourite thing. Now I'm just afraid of waking up. I'm afraid that I've been replaced.
I'm afraid to face the truth. I have been replaced. I wake up....alone....alone and scared that I might not get the chance to experience what it's like to wake up with some you love.
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These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
