It's 12:29 am, March 9th.
I'm laying in bed next to you, smiling.
You're snoring, like usual.
But this time, it doesn't bother me.
I'm laying in bed next to you, smiling.
I want to kiss you, but you'll wake up.
I want to cuddle you,
And feel your body against mine,
But you'll wake up.
I'm laying in bed next to you, smiling.
I've never been where I am right now.
I'm content.
I'm happy.
I'm screaming for joy, in my mind.
And it's because of you.
I've laid in your bed for years,
Smiling,
Because I have you.
YOU ARE READING
It was you
PoetryThis is a collection. This is a new beginning. This is a start of exploring. This is me.
