A Poem
I was sick one night and I wrote this.
Tonight I lay here
Holding my head
When I'd rather feel
Your warm embrace instead
My nose how it hurts
My teeth they ache too
But I still cannot help
Thinking of you
Your soft subtle lips
The curls on your head
And the way that you feel
I long for your kiss
The most basic bliss
But instead of you tonight
God gave me this
A cold or a flu
An aching ear or two
A migraine and some meds
Oh what can I do
My ears how they ring
How I'd love to hear you sing
All of this leading to
A sleepless night, well another I guess
Tonight I lay here
Longing for rest
About the Creator
Breanna Thiffeault
I just write poems down in my notes sometimes when I come up with them. Nothing special really, appreciate the future support
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