You apologize for falling asleep.
My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
You apologize for falling asleep.
My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.
