The Morning
His hands were soft
The tide turned at midnight
I always leave first
Waiting Room
The smell of coffee
I read your eyes like a book
We are all alone
Ocean Dwellers
The ship sunk slowly
Loud footsteps in the hallway
Bodies always float
Our Summer
I swallowed the sun
My heart already knew you
Bright stars burn quickly
Accidents Happen
They lent together
Triangles hold the most weight
I watched them break
Pancakes
You hate morning breath
Whispers into the cover
I drove home smiling
Love E x
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