Love is mornings spent entangled in you.
I don't want to get up.
So I hide underneath you and shoo the day away.
"Go away day, this feels too right."
The alarm rings again and I rise.
I laugh at the irony.
I go to work and sacrifice the sweetness of now,
So I can later afford more moments
Just like this.
Poetry, freewrite, rap from a storyer born and raised in NYC.
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