Mornings, when the light peeks through giving your face a heavenly glow
When we're getting dressed and
choosing our clothes
Walking in the park listening to the
laughter of children
And the chains of the swings creaking
Evenings, when the light of the sun comes to a low and we hear the hums of life weakening
The howling of the winds gusting
screaming but enduring it to embrace the
Christmas lights as they flicker and twinkle
Going to open mics and enjoying the feels,
Nights, sitting in booths eating, laughing,
talking, bonding making a fool of myself
Oh darling, I wanna spend an eternity with you.
- M.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Mornings, when the light peeks through giving your face a heavenly glow
When we're getting dressed and
choosing our clothes
Walking in the park listening to the
laughter of children
And the chains of the swings creaking
Evenings, when the light of the sun comes to a low and we hear the hums of life weakening
The howling of the winds gusting
screaming but enduring it to embrace the
Christmas lights as they flicker and twinkle
Going to open mics and enjoying the feels,
Nights, sitting in booths eating, laughing,
talking, bonding making a fool of myself
Oh darling, I wanna spend an eternity with you.
- M.
