You brought me chocolate-covered cherries on my birthday And it hurts how you know me so well I love everything the colour of blood Like my nighgtown and my diary that you never asked to read. I've been having trouble sleeping So I was told to try lying on my back But if I'm not curled up on your chest Then what good is that? Everyone comes over for tea and watches me open presents Which is my least favourite part of the day When we celebrated yours you told me you loved me All of the pain went away.
all my love, always,
holly xoxo
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