• bewitchinglyme 23w


    Eliot's cat rises like a cloud over my blinds,
    Scratching at my window with her paw.
    Morning is here and the city is still waking up to her purring.
    Downstairs I hear my little pup stirring,
    On his dainty bed.
    Here I am still waiting for the frost of your memories on my dream to thaw.
    My heart feels sore, my wounds feel raw.