Some days I still wake up
on a green plaid couch
To your voice
Singing good morning beautiful
And those days are my favorite
Though always a little bittersweet
Wanting to be five again
With the week’s clothes already laid out for me.
So I go back to bed
And pretend you’re still singing.
Ingrid 2021
1 comment:
Wow. That's great.
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