3rd floor
Yellow walls
And gracious friends all around.
Early morning approaches
Eyes blink and dry up
But that doesn't make a difference
Because as long as I'm with you,
It doesn't matter if it's 2:17 in the morning when I'm posting this poem,
Or 11:37 driving around the lighthouse,
My comatose state
Is no match
For what my heart cries for.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
3rd floor
Yellow walls
And gracious friends all around.
Early morning approaches
Eyes blink and dry up
But that doesn't make a difference
Because as long as I'm with you,
It doesn't matter if it's 2:17 in the morning when I'm posting this poem,
Or 11:37 driving around the lighthouse,
My comatose state
Is no match
For what my heart cries for.
