I like to watch you sleeping
your chest, it caves, your lungs inflate.
The faintness of your voice, it soothes
dreams captured in tangled locks
I remember when they were orange.

The breath you breathe it’s louder now
I still don’t understand
what are you trying to tell me?
Your paws tucked neatly under that chest
your nape, it peeks from under those locks.

Back turned toward the sun
I don’t agree one moment!
The sun should illuminate your face
within a sweet face rests tired muscles
today, it’s a collarbone foundation.


Your clothes don’t fit you right
a sleepy voice now tugs at my sleeve
I can barely hear the hum

escaped dreams, come and tackle me
tickle, tackle, ’til I fall
into a deep sleep slumber too

 If u understand this one, ur english is ok to communicate with who use to speak english