my thoughts;
you're asleep, probably dreaming of things you won't remember in the morning
while i lie here, typing on my tiny phone screen about how peaceful you must be laying there
all snuggled up against the pillow that you cuddle every night
i wonder
do you pretend it's me?
pressed against your chest, our legs intertwined and your face in the crook of my neck?
because i'm laying here with a pillow also
pretending the same thing my love
YOU ARE READING
S u m m e r
Poetrythis is a book about a new discovery he was a discovery the joy that someone could bring you is incredible i love you, this is for you a collection of poetry and thoughts about that one specific person lowercase intended
