It’s not what I feel for you, but it’s what I don’t feel for anyone but you.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
You’re asleep in my arms, on my bed.
I can only hear your soft breathing.
And you smell so good I just want to breathe you in.
Please don’t go home.
Stay here.
My heart has built you a safe house.
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