every time we meet
pieces of change fall from your pockets
getting entangled in sheets
dropping behind headboard
slipping under mattress & into pillowcase
when you leave I hunt for coins
collecting them in a jar
waiting for it to one day
be full
pieces of change fall from your pockets
getting entangled in sheets
dropping behind headboard
slipping under mattress & into pillowcase
when you leave I hunt for coins
collecting them in a jar
waiting for it to one day
be full
i would love for someone to leave me their credit card.
ReplyDeletehahaha true! specially in these times of notebandi :P
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