Saturday, September 27, 2008

Waking up by your side,
with your smell onto me,

Morning tells the tale
of the night before,
in a flashback as i recall

Wrinkled sheet, cigarette buds,
wine bottles, strewn robes
You and me, picture of love

As i turn around, i see you sleeping like a child
a little peek of ray playing on your face

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