My-day


It’s not a good day for waking.
It looks like rain in the sky.
The trees outside are shaking.
Let’s lift the covers and hide.

The working day is calling
but let’s just call in sick.
Pretend our world is under blankets
all warm, and soft, and thick.

The alarm is not my friend
I think I will toss him broken.
We can make our own noises baby
without even one being spoken.

Let’s pretend your body is my pillow.
Your sighs my windy day.
In your gaze is sweet music playing.
Let’s stop awhile and sway.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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