you're sleeping as i write this
dreaming gentle things
your bottom lip, pouting
the last thing i want to do is wake you -
and mess all of this up
i haven't told you that i love you
i'm sure that's what i feel, but the words
themselves
feel
meaningless
i love how you look when you're sleeping
i love your bed head -
straw-colored hair having a mind of its own
i love the gentle rise of your chest -
tempting me to come over and listen to your heart's voice
i love your big dumb feet sticking out from underneath the blanket -
probably deathly cold but still belonging to you
i love this boy in my bed
dreaming gentle things -
being a gentle thing himself
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
you're sleeping as i write this
dreaming gentle things
your bottom lip, pouting
the last thing i want to do is wake you -
and mess all of this up
i haven't told you that i love you
i'm sure that's what i feel, but the words
themselves
feel
meaningless
i love how you look when you're sleeping
i love your bed head -
straw-colored hair having a mind of its own
i love the gentle rise of your chest -
tempting me to come over and listen to your heart's voice
i love your big dumb feet sticking out from underneath the blanket -
probably deathly cold but still belonging to you
i love this boy in my bed
dreaming gentle things -
being a gentle thing himself
we've been dating for seven months. i love having you in my life.
