What I wouldn't do to kiss your sleeping face
Overwhelming days slip back and forth to nights
Left to my own devices
I just exist in that liminal
I crave more than blue
and I always resist red
Flickering lights can't change a feeling
Distant sounds do it better
But nothing could compare with the peace on your face
Forget the emptiness for a moment
Never mind the numbers
Just the serenity of you dimly lit
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
What I wouldn't do to kiss your sleeping face
Overwhelming days slip back and forth to nights
Left to my own devices
I just exist in that liminal
I crave more than blue
and I always resist red
Flickering lights can't change a feeling
Distant sounds do it better
But nothing could compare with the peace on your face
Forget the emptiness for a moment
Never mind the numbers
Just the serenity of you dimly lit
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