Staring at your hour glass shape. Not caring it’s an hour past 8. 2 hours past late for work and I didn’t call in. You got something I could slip and fall in. I don’t want to leave this bed. My peace. My serenity. Maybe I’m forming a dependency. I watch you close like an enemy with hopes you don’t have to remember me. Instead.. I’d rather fall asleep to your hair in my face, and wake up to your morning breath.. sunny days are nice but I enjoy when it’s storming best.
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I was born in New York but now reside in Atlanta. I spend most of my time within the walls of my mind. I just want to create and help others because i know I’ve been blessed. My life is thinking about falling, while dreaming about flying. View all posts by Eric Jordan Campbell