A cloudy day

A warm shoulder

Snuggles, struggles, snores...

Caught in the middle of the day,

Dreaming about hot soup,

Brought to your doorstep,

By a long beard in a short smile.

It won't matter in a while

So be the first to text

Meet him when you're a mess

Kiss him,

Cuddle him,

Love him for a minute

Days from now 

A sweet melody

A bright colour 

Will just remind you of yourself

And how you gave in

And how it didn't matter

Cos for once you weren't judging yourself

For breaking your own rules.