I roll over
and see Justin still sleeping in his crib
which is right next to our bed
because lack of room.
I quietly get up
and run my hand over his little face
and then creep out of the room
where
Greenday was playing
and Eliza was sitting on the floor
in a mess of school supplies.
School was only
about two
and a half weeks away.
I walk into the kitchen
to find my awaiting coffee cup
and then wander into theliving room
YOU ARE READING
Things Only Musician Understand
PoetryJustin is a small baby, always getting sick and staying up at night, never really sleeping, never really eating, and they person that can make him, is JJ. After the recent happenings of the first installment of the Lovers Understand trilogy, JJ has...
