Curled Up

Your arms draped over my shoulders gently

My head rests gently on your chest

As your other hand is tangled in mine

You’re watching me laugh at my stupid movies

The ones we have watched hundreds of times

My eyes were glued onto the screen

But yours were fixed on another subject

A subject with auburn hair and light brown eyes


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