(Poem)
The sheets felt like morning dew underneath my finger tips
..My legs became its own acne with the amount of goosebumps
it proactively manifested by the coldness of the hollow room
He laid next to me .. His head on my shoulder , while his face looks at ease .. Nothing is more beautiful than a man who is sleeping.
Simply because he can't say ignorant things that make me wish I was with someone else then grab my arms and kiss me ..making me wish he'd do it again.
I hate him.. I hate him because I can't have him the way I want him.. Do I want him? Or do I just love the thought of him ? Either one he doesn't have to know . We play Romeo and Juliet in the evening and Strangers in the break of day...
Writer by: Troy Nicole 🌹
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