I wish I could write for the times that you’re silently breathing in and out your resting hums beside me, for every late afternoon we spend together under chilly air and white noise. For when I’m still awake at 4:36 am aching to burn for you, while your arms jolt between blurry dreams, I strive to describe.
You are beautiful beyond words, and that’s both fascinating and frustrating to realize.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
I wish I could write for the times that you’re silently breathing in and out your resting hums beside me, for every late afternoon we spend together under chilly air and white noise. For when I’m still awake at 4:36 am aching to burn for you, while your arms jolt between blurry dreams, I strive to describe.
You are beautiful beyond words, and that’s both fascinating and frustrating to realize.
