by forgingpaths

It’s 4:30 in the morning
The alarm is going off next door
The people across the street are up with the baby
I am wondering what noises they hear from this house
Music being made

Us making love
I think of the life being lived in here
Think of how we are living it
I don’t want yelling to overshadow
The strumming of a guitar


2 Comments to “4:30”

  1. Here’s to love making ‘n’ guitar strumming’ then 🙂

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