10am in the morning,
I roll to the other side and my view are your lips.
Snoring peacefully to the sound of the waves clashing against each other,
I trace your face with my finger.
"I love you", I whispered.
You woke up, your lashes opening up.
"I love you too darling", he said, his dimples deepening.
YOU ARE READING
The Second Life
PoetryDo you ever feel like no one understands you? Do you sometimes get so depressed that you just want to be gone? Well, this poetry book will show you that I understand. I understand your pain and your suffering. It also includes happy poems, of course...
