but at 4am,
when I can't sleep;
and my bed is uncomfortable;
and my mind is racing;
you would be in my head,
the taste of your lips on mine as the smell of your puffins fills my nostrils.
I would think of your hair
and how it would fall down your waist
so beautifully, and your eyes;
how I could melt staring into them.
and then I would feel okay.
I would feel like I could breathe,
as I see you in my dreams.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
but at 4am,
when I can't sleep;
and my bed is uncomfortable;
and my mind is racing;
you would be in my head,
the taste of your lips on mine as the smell of your puffins fills my nostrils.
I would think of your hair
and how it would fall down your waist
so beautifully, and your eyes;
how I could melt staring into them.
and then I would feel okay.
I would feel like I could breathe,
as I see you in my dreams.
songs: long way home - 5sos.
robbers - the 1975.
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