Carry On
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carry on // fun.

well, i woke up to the sound of silence
and cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
and i found you with a bottle of wine
your head in the curtains
and heart like the fourth of july

It’s cold and lonely in this bed. Nights like this one I wish you were here with an arm wrapped around me and my ear pressed to your chest. Heart beats and synchronized breathing. Under sheets in comfy pjs and socks. With each word feeling the vibrations of the others voice. Sweet kisses for immeasurable moments in time. What I wouldn’t give to have you lying here with me on this cold autumn night.
—  M. Soles