Your name is calling to me,
Like the rain pouring on my windowsill.
At 2am,
As I lie here, restless,
but with tired eyes.
Re living the past, I so
profoundly wish I could've
changed.
Oh, the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
Butterfly kisses, at 2am.
Just as we layed there, restless.
With tired eyes,
we visioned our future.
As the rain poured on our windowsill.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Your name is calling to me,
Like the rain pouring on my windowsill.
At 2am,
As I lie here, restless,
but with tired eyes.
Re living the past, I so
profoundly wish I could've
changed.
Oh, the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
Butterfly kisses, at 2am.
Just as we layed there, restless.
With tired eyes,
we visioned our future.
As the rain poured on our windowsill.
