I am the crinkled corner of your lips when you smirk
The freckles on your nose blessed by the Earth
I am the glowing glint in your green eyes
Lighting up my bedroom by no surprise
I am the shiver running through your nervous bones
The raindrops on your windowsill when you’re all alone
I am the warmth in the summer breeze
Twisting through your knotted blonde locks with ease
I am the soft hand tickling your rosy cheeks
The angelic whisper singing you to sleep
I am breakfast for dinner after an endless work day
The warmth of your sheets begging you to stay
I am the lost melody to your old, favorite song
You listen to in your car with the windows rolled down
I am the sweet honeydew sprinkled on maple leaves
A springtime pleasure patched at the sewn seams
I am the peace you search for within
But for peace to initiate you need faith to begin.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
I am the crinkled corner of your lips when you smirk
The freckles on your nose blessed by the Earth
I am the glowing glint in your green eyes
Lighting up my bedroom by no surprise
I am the shiver running through your nervous bones
The raindrops on your windowsill when you’re all alone
I am the warmth in the summer breeze
Twisting through your knotted blonde locks with ease
I am the soft hand tickling your rosy cheeks
The angelic whisper singing you to sleep
I am breakfast for dinner after an endless work day
The warmth of your sheets begging you to stay
I am the lost melody to your old, favorite song
You listen to in your car with the windows rolled down
I am the sweet honeydew sprinkled on maple leaves
A springtime pleasure patched at the sewn seams
I am the peace you search for within
But for peace to initiate you need faith to begin.
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