Wednesday, September 28, 2016

About today

Sometimes, like right now
I sit in my bed
And ask myself
Why is that I love you

And I think of today morning
When we woke up
and you had somehow known right away
That something was wrong
And I had told you about my nightmare
How, as you had slept
I had been covered in angry red mushrooms

And you had looked at me
Incredulously
As you had kissed my arms
and laughed my fear away
Mushrooms, or no mushrooms
You had told me that you'd always love me

Its moments like these
That remind me
Why is it that I love you

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