laid out open wide
against the pillow
beside my head;
patiently waiting for
the warmth of yours
to slip through the spaces
in between.
I patiently wait,
even as the cold breeze
seeping through my window sill
keeps them numb,
for the hope of you
is what keeps me wanting
to wake up to the next sunrise.
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, boy
My heart said follow through
But I know now that I'm way down on your line
But the waiting feeling's fine...
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