I lie in wait for space.
A space of my own
where quiet ambiance roams
Jasmine and mint steep in time
growing lax on a warm sunlit spot on the floor
my book groaning at me to read it,
just a little more.
something deeper than self-care
a little something of self-healing
I wait for you.
My mysterious being,
although I doubt you exist
I feel myself losing it all in the rift
of these futile wounds
and these nights of sunlit tunes
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
I lie in wait for space.
A space of my own
where quiet ambiance roams
Jasmine and mint steep in time
growing lax on a warm sunlit spot on the floor
my book groaning at me to read it,
just a little more.
something deeper than self-care
a little something of self-healing
I wait for you.
My mysterious being,
although I doubt you exist
I feel myself losing it all in the rift
of these futile wounds
and these nights of sunlit tunes
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