Let's grin
Let's throw a shady look
I'd stay grinning, gleaming, dreaming
By the sound of a French song,
which am listening to now and then
By the warm hampering of the duvet
By your smell,
that sticks for days
By the tears,
that were shed, assured:
It'd be okay.
Still and all, your smile is my favorite
And your gentle caring
And your silly behaving
And you just you.
Oh this, too, shall never pass
***
Writing this on my working chair.
In between that French song.
Who the hell created an-hour looping?
This is clearly a torment. Hence, I'd bleed it. While you are sleeping.
