Apr 2017
I imagined myself. Laying in bed, curled up next
to you. Reading my favorite book, windows open,
moon glowing in my hair. Synchronizing
my thoughts to your heart. But sometimes
we yearn for too much, and people always part.
*Sandoval
to you. Reading my favorite book, windows open,
moon glowing in my hair. Synchronizing
my thoughts to your heart. But sometimes
we yearn for too much, and people always part.
*Sandoval
