Sep 2023
Falling sound asleep
Your fingers tickle me
I look at you with glassy eyes
You look at me with fire
Soft murmurs carry me
Up into the clouds
And so myself starts to wonder—
Could this really be love?
Your fingers tickle me
I look at you with glassy eyes
You look at me with fire
Soft murmurs carry me
Up into the clouds
And so myself starts to wonder—
Could this really be love?
playing mine by the 1975 while i watch you doze off into your dreams
