I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
Sleep watcher
I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
Cultural Afterthoughts and Other Musings
Welcome to this universe, l o v e
A place for poems and pics
This Is Love...
NSFW - Dark Chocolate Lava Cake at Midnight
Things I see on the road everyday.
Ghosts of the past stay in the Present
A collection of forgotten, lost and new poems
Aging Sadboi Shit Poetry
skin loves fever 