on a sleepy christmas morning
with snowy eyes and a dreamy heart
i pull the curtains back
squinting to see the sun
i shrug at cigarettes holes
gives my cardigan character
tiny little imperfections
just like the marks on my skin
and if i let you in,
will you be my sunny counterpart?
i don't dare sleep this morning
i might miss your *twinkling* eyes
and when you rest beside me
i admit, i count the minutes until you wake
when my whole heart leaps
and then hums with content