Soft yellow sunrise
my first morning waking up
looking into your eyes
Lying still in the moment
to soak it all in
a calm beating heart & an unscathed grin
Wrinkled sheets and messy hair
sipping fresh coffee
in a chipped-paint chair
A new beginning & the feeling of home
making sense of the past
and my journey alone
It lead me to your smile, which lead me to your kiss
and being wrapped in your angel wings
in a night of heavenly bliss
This morning I found my purpose
and I hope to see 1000 more
soft yellow sunrises streaming in behind your door
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Soft yellow sunrise
my first morning waking up
looking into your eyes
Lying still in the moment
to soak it all in
a calm beating heart & an unscathed grin
Wrinkled sheets and messy hair
sipping fresh coffee
in a chipped-paint chair
A new beginning & the feeling of home
making sense of the past
and my journey alone
It lead me to your smile, which lead me to your kiss
and being wrapped in your angel wings
in a night of heavenly bliss
This morning I found my purpose
and I hope to see 1000 more
soft yellow sunrises streaming in behind your door
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