“Are you glad I snuck in your room that day?”
He held me tight and said “every day”
When I crawled in your bed
Bodies so far away
We were stuck in our heads
Wanted you every day
When you held me so close
And it started to rain
And I started to cry
Couldn’t stand the pain
When you pushed me away
And I held onto you
Screaming “every day
I’ll be waiting for you!”
“Are you glad I snuck in your room that day?”
He held me tight and said “every day”
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Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
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