06-09-2018, 09:16 PM
Only to be expected
I carried sleep
under my eyes for later,
food wasn't hungry
replaced by feeds.
Clocks forgot to tell time,
nights were counted on a cry,
days as strong as coffee
and every song was a lullaby.
But the milky smell
of cotton clean hair
and the touch of cradled skin,
trades only a on basic right
as a fathers sacrifice begins.
I carried sleep
under my eyes for later,
food wasn't hungry
replaced by feeds.
Clocks forgot to tell time,
nights were counted on a cry,
days as strong as coffee
and every song was a lullaby.
But the milky smell
of cotton clean hair
and the touch of cradled skin,
trades only a on basic right
as a fathers sacrifice begins.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out