A personal collection of letters & artistry
Lounged on a couch with your unbroken gaze Disappearing at the end of our nights Your living compass; a desirable chase Strung in the middle of Christmas lights Within every scene and tangled inbetween: an embrace, you caressed my deepest despairs One smirk only yours could get out of me would turn into tears at…
This isn't insomnia. It's my attempt to bring order. It's my longing for a shoulder. It's the silvers getting older - courser. While you dream at 4:17 AM This isn't normal. It's the thoughts getting better. It's the rain she remembers It's every time you forget her - forsake her Mayer plays at 4:17 AM…
