If your sheets could talk I always wonder what they would say
Would they tell me the nights they spent cold and alone
when you never made it to bed. Remind me of the time you swore I would be the only one you share em with. To tell me about the other black curly haired girl, One just like me
Those soft sheets I curled under and patiently waited to feel your arms around and your warmth next to me.
If my walls could talk I wonder what they whispered in your ear when I am dead asleep. Tell you about the times I cried myself to sleep with you right next to me. Shedding them in hopes of reading me from those feelings.
If only those sheets talked to me like I wished for these walls to do for you
The wall of my sleeping face, Mouth moving telling all my secrets
Hold back the most with foreign rumbles....
Which I later on disclose to no one of importance in the matter













It's not done but I haven't put anything up in forever. Don't want this blog to turn out like the other 3 now do we?