daily routine

I want to be lulled by the melody of your snore feel the cold damp of your drool on the pillow the warmth of your arms around my tiny waist wake up to the kisses you plant on my cheek then make some eggs and bacon and sausages and drink coffee or tea or just …



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A Set of Eyes

Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …