femmesandfamily:

its 4am and im waiting
.
im waiting for that quiet morning
of staring blankly at my screen
of wishing for that blurp so serene
of letting me know when it appear
that you are still very much here
.
im waiting for that familiar morning
of warm hellos and friendly smiles
of bad breath and messy hairstyles
of many less than threes
and equal to parentheses
.
im waiting for that sleepless morning
of tired eyes and background cats
of cold noses and purple hats
of noming faces and cutest grins
this is how our day begins
.
im waiting for that goodnight morning
of waking and laying down
of your sunup and my sundown
of having slept and get some sleepz
until the night before counting sheeps
.
im waiting for that farewell morning
of many hearts and timed goodbyes
of signing off with heavy sighs
of a refreshing smile and the way you say
i hope you have a really good day
.
im waiting for that sun streaked morning
of fluttering chests bathed with joy
of our day with which we enjoy
of said farwells to lonely nights
till next morn it rewrites
.
it’s 4am in the morning
and im missing you
i hope that you miss 5am
just as much as i do too