Revelation 9
I wake up this morning, mind still clouded from the alcohol-induced dream I had the night before. Your arm is thrown over your face and the alarm clock is clutched in your other hand in a failed attempt to rise early for the day ahead. Where are you now that I can’t follow?
You are so close yet to so far, the scent of your hair in finger’s reach but as intangible and intoxicating as angel dust.
Every time I hear you breathe, my heart breaks a little.
I don’t know how to say it to your face and I guess I never will but after all this time, I’m still crazy about you.
You are so close yet to so far, the scent of your hair in finger’s reach but as intangible and intoxicating as angel dust.
Every time I hear you breathe, my heart breaks a little.
I don’t know how to say it to your face and I guess I never will but after all this time, I’m still crazy about you.
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