Cold winter morning, supposed to be spent studying,
Coffee in hand
Wrapped in a blanket, gazing at the sky,
Longing,
Thinking about an arm wrapped 'round me,
A warm kiss on the back of my neck;
Whispered promises
The textbook forgotten,
As I throng in my fantasy,
Long fingers running through my hair,
A gentle hold, only to make me feel safe,
A flurry of giggles,
Of morning cuddles and morning breath,
A ticklish sensation down my spine.
Quiet words exchanged,
Comfortable silence entrails,
Before reality hugs me,
It's a small daydream, that I dare imagine.
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LIFE IN VERSE
PoetryEverything in this world is sugar-coated. At first glance, we all see only the beauty, the beauty in the lie. But slowly, this sugar melts and that's when the truth hits us. Raw and bitter. Hard to face. We feel like running away. Giving up. But we...
