Lazy Sunday

It’s a lazy sunday

where eyes open naturally,

without the aid of clocks screaming,

where it’s ok to roll around for that little more

The only thing that is missing though,

is waking up with you next to me,

sleeping quietly and sweetly


The thing I love about you—when you sleep,

is that lovely face, free of worries and pretensions

I could watch you forever, stealing a kiss is a must,

and you will never know


But this sunday, and the rest of days

I will miss that sleeping face you never knew

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