This Morning When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t on my own. Behind me I could feel her, A girl I didn’t know. She was still asleep and breathing deep, And her feet were wrapped round mine. Her arms were stretched across my chest, And her breath ran down my spine. I thought I might remember, If I could only see her face. But I didn’t want to wake her up, And lose that tight embrace. For an hour I lay thinking, And trying to recall, And then it hit me, hard and fast; She wasn’t there at all. When I woke up this morning, I lay there all alone, Dreaming in my prison cell, Of a girl I don’t yet know. Share this:RedditFacebookTwitterEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... 1 Comment
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