You are the truest part of me
When I close my eyes, it is not to sleep,
But to fade into a place where holding onto you keeps me sane and safe.
It is often called reality.
And any place where our love is stopped from flourishing
Is nothing more than an ill conceived nightmare.
I still have faith I'll wake up to a bouquet of your kisses, sweeter than any rose could hope to be.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
You are the truest part of me
When I close my eyes, it is not to sleep,
But to fade into a place where holding onto you keeps me sane and safe.
It is often called reality.
And any place where our love is stopped from flourishing
Is nothing more than an ill conceived nightmare.
I still have faith I'll wake up to a bouquet of your kisses, sweeter than any rose could hope to be.
