Maybe there’s a reason for this

There are certain mornings when

laying in those arms is more important

than getting up early for useless alarms

you want to open the curtains

breathe in the fresh mild air

and start making breakfast for her

let our lips softly touch, just before

we even said „good morning“

to tow me back into last-nights dreams

when I look in your eyes,

just like before, all those uncoutable times