The sun struck his sleeping guise
Making his features glow
Gentle smile spreads on your face
With a hint of question how
Him being a desire in the past
The same him in your arms now
As the sun struck your sleeping face
How waking makes you chest ache
For in your dreams he's still yours
But in reality all he left you—heartache.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
The sun struck his sleeping guise
Making his features glow
Gentle smile spreads on your face
With a hint of question how
Him being a desire in the past
The same him in your arms now
As the sun struck your sleeping face
How waking makes you chest ache
For in your dreams he's still yours
But in reality all he left you—heartache.
