I lay dreaming, stretching, sleeping .
You beside, fall into me
Weeping.
Now I'm rousing,
Sore and drowsy,
I pull you close as you sigh loudly:
"How long will you love me,
Before it's all too much?
Because I fear I may lose myself
In the rhythm of your touch.
And I know you don't like promises,
Expectations and their weight...
And I don't really either,
But what if this is fate?"
Toes tangled in cotton,
Egyptian clean white,
Your tears falling silent
As stars in the night.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
I lay dreaming, stretching, sleeping .
You beside, fall into me
Weeping.
Now I'm rousing,
Sore and drowsy,
I pull you close as you sigh loudly:
"How long will you love me,
Before it's all too much?
Because I fear I may lose myself
In the rhythm of your touch.
And I know you don't like promises,
Expectations and their weight...
And I don't really either,
But what if this is fate?"
Toes tangled in cotton,
Egyptian clean white,
Your tears falling silent
As stars in the night.
I know you fear you'll lose it if you soften your grip, but you will suffocate it if you hold any harder
