Sounds of settling, snoring
It's music to my ears
Thoughts of lovers lost, battles won and names
Forgotten.
A back-and-forth game
Played on sheets that seem so restless, young, and
Stained - no... wait.
Four in the morning brings thoughts of
Late nights, birthday cakes, and
Lovers lost etcetera.
If only I could be sleepless elsewhere, Florida.
Perhaps.
Thoughts of her drift between sighs of discomfort
The Juxtaposition is equal to that of
Well good music and hair-metal.
Laying in bed I feel
Lazy
As if the pillowcases on my bed are communicating
Through osmosis
Saying:
"the Atlantic connects you, you son-of-a"
Shh...
Subconsious thoughts seep to what can only be referred to as
Late nights, birthday cakes, lost lovers
Etcetera.
It's been a long time since I've shared my bed
Up at four in the morning
Mourning over lovers lost
I'd trade all of these late night thoughts of her for...
Her.
Greed. Envy. If I could be her pillowcase
Her sheets
Her blanket
Fuck it - her carpet.
Snoring again
Breathing, in, out, every night
It's a hinderance but it keeps me sane
Subconsious seeping self into deep sleep
As my head hits the pillow and sinks
Heavier than my eyelids, I cannot help but think thoughts of
Late nights, birthday cakes,
Soft skin,
Florida,
Etcetera.
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