Dear, Love

At one in the morning,
While I'm drinking
smoking laughing and crying
Your asleep in your bed
Blond hair tucked behind your ears
Always smelling of
orchids
And over sugared coffee
An angel god blessed to
this world and my life,and the one thing I regret, the only
thing I regret is the fact
That I'll never truly be good enough for you





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