Poetry, Quill

Love notes

And the next time you come back ,
I will be right here ,
in this living room ,
Snuggled up between couch and table ,
In our white shirt ,
sipping ‘that’ coffee ,
Grinning at you after creating a mess ,
And I tend to close my eyes ,
When I know you’re here to catch me ,
If I ever fall .

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