he makes me feel like acoustic songs on a summer’s night by the soft candlelight and
the dew on flower petals on a sunday morning.
when he looks at me there’s a light in his eyes that’s like watching the pale sunrise and
when he kisses me it’s a silent promise worth more than all the stars.
he touches me like im made of glass and he doesn’t know how much it means
that there’s someone who thinks im valuable,
that there’s someone who doesn’t dig their fingers into my body like im something to claim
and in that gentleness, i have become his willingly.
he found me in winter and showed me spring
the snow is only just beginning to fall but he gives me the warmth i need,
to appreciate the beauty in the ice
without freezing.
he’s the new beginning and the mark of the end.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
he makes me feel like acoustic songs on a summer’s night by the soft candlelight and
the dew on flower petals on a sunday morning.
when he looks at me there’s a light in his eyes that’s like watching the pale sunrise and
when he kisses me it’s a silent promise worth more than all the stars.
he touches me like im made of glass and he doesn’t know how much it means
that there’s someone who thinks im valuable,
that there’s someone who doesn’t dig their fingers into my body like im something to claim
and in that gentleness, i have become his willingly.
he found me in winter and showed me spring
the snow is only just beginning to fall but he gives me the warmth i need,
to appreciate the beauty in the ice
without freezing.
he’s the new beginning and the mark of the end.
