Remy
Remy loves to let me know it’s morning.
Each dawn she cuffs my cheek till I’m awake.
Mid-dream I tumble upwards for her sake,
Yet find her not long after curled up yawning.
By: Nicholas Gordon
Remy loves to let me know it’s morning.
Each dawn she cuffs my cheek till I’m awake.
Mid-dream I tumble upwards for her sake,
Yet find her not long after curled up yawning.
By: Nicholas Gordon