Sunday, November 11, 2012

you know i get scolded by
you for sitting in bed all day.
listening to
you in my mind and 
smelling you on my
bed sheets

(that's a bit creepy right?)

my hours of long spent time
drift away like wind.

one day i will do something
truly productive,

and when you think i'm lazy (still)
i will have a gust strong enough, 
to blow your legs out
from under you

with an enormous amount of love.

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