I wish we could live more days like this




Breaking your own rules

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.

 





Poetry by Purple Puddles
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Written on 2017-10-30 at 10:40

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! A great work, a work that has the reader, thinking, works wonders for me. Well wrote, PP.
Ken

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