Monday, April 30, 2018

Your One

I wish you roses, coffee and tea.

Every morning,

I’ve wished for a new.

Something better than what we have now.

A new lifestyle

A better one.

And I know I can give you something better.

You dominate my being.

I am yours.

Your prisoner.

Your one.

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