Time passes as the night blooms.
Sleep is impossible,
With recurring thoughts of you.
I watch the sun as it begins to rise.
But it doesn't compare,
To the shining of your eyes.
I know that I don't ever cross your mind.
But I'll never forget,
the way our fingers intertwined.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Time passes as the night blooms.
Sleep is impossible,
With recurring thoughts of you.
I watch the sun as it begins to rise.
But it doesn't compare,
To the shining of your eyes.
I know that I don't ever cross your mind.
But I'll never forget,
the way our fingers intertwined.
