Jan 2015
Who would've thought
That the rising of your chest
As you take each breath
Would keep me awake?
The sound of your pulse
Holding you here with me
Makes me thankful
To go without sleep.
That the rising of your chest
As you take each breath
Would keep me awake?
The sound of your pulse
Holding you here with me
Makes me thankful
To go without sleep.
No idea what this is or where it came from.
