Cross my mind

You.

You cross it all the damn time.

Its become tiring. Especially since I can’t just get up and go see you.

You somehow imprinted on me and I cannot erase you.

Now I’m here, its 6AM and all I want is you beside me so I can wake you up with soft kisses.

Fuck.

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