I hope he knows that holding my hand
is the closest way to the heart on my sleeve.
I hope he kisses my eyes shut
to give me sweet dreams.
I hope he whispers ballads
like soft spring wind.
I hope he knows I won't need a coat
as long as his arms are around me.
I hope he can make me love him,
make it blossom from beneath.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
I hope he knows that holding my hand
is the closest way to the heart on my sleeve.
I hope he kisses my eyes shut
to give me sweet dreams.
I hope he whispers ballads
like soft spring wind.
I hope he knows I won't need a coat
as long as his arms are around me.
I hope he can make me love him,
make it blossom from beneath.
