Mimosa Midnight
A triple dog dare Are you still scared, my dear? We’re so high up, I’ll hold your hand Notice how that worked Hit your inhaler, catch my breath Waiting, hoping, praying it’s just another nightmare Purple sheets; when I wake up you’ll be there You’d never do that, not to me Seven months, still grasping, re-wrapping the seams you unraveled while I kept us together Grasp the future Gasp,…











