striped sheets, I rest my head
I'd rather be dreaming
this love is a garden
close my eyes
I think I was peeking
the sunlight cradles
in waking hours
when mist just sits
and the day is new.
until the moon is sharp
I'm hiding, I'm shy
you haven't met me yet
close your eyes
no peeking
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
striped sheets, I rest my head
I'd rather be dreaming
this love is a garden
close my eyes
I think I was peeking
the sunlight cradles
in waking hours
when mist just sits
and the day is new.
until the moon is sharp
I'm hiding, I'm shy
you haven't met me yet
close your eyes
no peeking
