The Groom
You don't have it so
bad,
You with all the
twilight in your
eyes.
Dont worry, I'm an
angel under your
garments,
A scientist sloping
down shoulders.
When you wake you
make tired bird
songs,
While I hide in the
meadow of your
dreams.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2013
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