It's 11:30 at night and I'm sat on my bed drinking tea
Because it makes me feel like a part of you is with me
And that's comforting
It takes me away from the miserable nights
And brings me to the happy days
Where I'm sat in my living room with my head
On your shoulder and you head resting on mine
Watching Adventure Time and talking about the dumbest of things
Pointing out that no one in the land of Ooo seems to be able to count
Past six, because of that one time where there happened to be
7 Princesses trapped in the ice kings lair
But everyone said there was six.
Or how if you put your arm in the way of my dog
He will force himself under it in order to feel loved.
It takes me to the evenings we spend talking
About the most ridiculous of things
Like how cuddling is 'rare'
(Even though we both know it's not)
Or the fact that on occasion I say poetic things
And the fact that we're polar opposites
But it makes for great conversation.
It's 11:30 at night and I'm sat on my bed drinking tea
Wishing you were here with me.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poems, that will suck.
Poetrywoooo, I can't write poems, so this should be fun :')
