In the early morning of February
You tip your head back with valor
As you dare me to pluck you out
From the confines of white sheets
Your regal temptation of promises
Do course across on every fibers
That surge endlessly with hope
Of predicting what's to come next
After the whispers of good mornings
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
In the early morning of February
You tip your head back with valor
As you dare me to pluck you out
From the confines of white sheets
Your regal temptation of promises
Do course across on every fibers
That surge endlessly with hope
Of predicting what's to come next
After the whispers of good mornings
