Young Writers Society

Let’s fall asleep in a tiny bed
So I can curl up in your sweat
Because every minute we’re apart
Is a bit of living lost
I will curl up in you sweat
And sleep to the beat of your heart
It sounds like a drum.
I pinky promise that I’ll love you
Even when you’re drowning in rum
And a pint of hard times.
I’ll sit and kiss your eyelids
So that you can’t see anything
Other than love and my lips.
I will curl up in your sweat
And sleep to the beat of a drum
It sounds like your heart.
A bit of living’s lost
Every minute we sleep apart
So let’s curl up in a tiny bed.