like I am sliding into beer.
And I sit atop of my bed, perched,
waiting for the words to come
as I am sliding into feeling.
And this is one of the nights that I imagine laying next to you.
My neck always fit so perfectly in your arm.
And your warmth made January easier.
This is one of the nights when I am cold.
This is all for comfort's sake.
This is all because I want some comfort from so much sleeping alone.
1 comment:
as you're sliding into beer??? perhaps wine would be more appropriate ;)
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