Jan 2013
you are sleeping only
a whisper away and if
i can't see your face but
i know that it is there
behind the curtain of
night then i am blind but
i am falling and falling
and finally flying into
love
all over and over and
over and over again
a whisper away and if
i can't see your face but
i know that it is there
behind the curtain of
night then i am blind but
i am falling and falling
and finally flying into
love
all over and over and
over and over again
blind love is sometimes the perfect love
I had an impromptu sleepover at my boyfriend's. I'm not allowed sleepovers (I am a fairly mature 16-year-old but with parents who are still strict) but my mom couldn't pick me up last night so I stayed in his twin's room (she's awesome) and I had the most wonderful sleep. He was in the next room so I felt very safe and content and I did not dream (that I know of) and I think that is because I didn't need to make up any stories to convince my sleeping self of his love, since he was so close.
I had an impromptu sleepover at my boyfriend's. I'm not allowed sleepovers (I am a fairly mature 16-year-old but with parents who are still strict) but my mom couldn't pick me up last night so I stayed in his twin's room (she's awesome) and I had the most wonderful sleep. He was in the next room so I felt very safe and content and I did not dream (that I know of) and I think that is because I didn't need to make up any stories to convince my sleeping self of his love, since he was so close.
