Charlotte Scott

“I think, maybe,I fell in love with yourpatterns and inconsistencies,like the way you squeakin your sleep.And the way your heart beats.I want to be your heartbeatjust to be that muchcloser to you,living there inside your chest,making a homeunder your flesh.And waking up tosunshine is nice,I guess,but waking to your smileis like having sunshinein my bed every morning,warmth radiatingfrom your sideof the mattress.And I would love to makeyou a regular thing;pillow talk in evenings,coffee and muffins in the morning,making everydayas stunning as this one.take me in small doses;I'll take you all at once.”