love (or something less cheesy) · stutter stories

Come

Eyes are heavy

but sleep won’t 

come.

I miss the taste

of your good night kiss. 

I crave 

the warmth of your body 

against mine.

Tonight, it seems 

the Sandman won’t 

come. 

Tossing and turning in bed, 

I stare at the ceiling, 

remembering 

the intensity of your gaze. 

So

come,

hold me close. Help me 

drift off.

Sleep just won’t 

come

without you.

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