My one slept on my chest
Not just laid down there, felt down looking for a home and found the most trustful one he could choose that moment
Felft down fitting like love broken perfection
Head on my neck, ear over my heart, his hair on my cheeks
Then i told my heart to not beat or jump so loud or fast
I didnt want to awake him
His soft sweet and fragile hand he put on my chest too
He was broken hearted but in that moment, he was laying in a forward looked hug made of heavenly fire love
Now I desperately wait this fire to burn on him too and not vanish forever or turn into a cold wound of ice
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