I came over with no makeup on, I was wearing my black sweatshirt, my hair in a bun, I even wore my glasses- It'd been a long day, I just wanted to see him, no matter what way. Everything in my life was so chaotic and changing, but he was still there, his compliments praising. He put his arm around me, my head relaxed on his shoulder, soon our hands were intertwined; and how they fit so perfectly. But before I knew it, exhaustion over came me. With my head on his chest our breath was in-synch, his arm wrapped around me kept me so warm, his hand slowly caressing my side sang a song; my own personal lullaby, so sweet and so pure. But when I woke up, my pillow I saw, it'd replaced this young man-but where had he gone. My heart then sank as I thought to myself that it'd all been a dream- but there was still hope. So, I reached to the floor my sweatshirt I held, and sure enough, it was him I still smelled.
So now I sit by my fire, hot cider in hand,
and look out the window and dream of this man.
I'm not sure what will come, but the snow's gently falling,
the love I've avoided, this relationship's kindling.
"Just a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together,
it was like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
but I'm holding you closer than most...
'cause you are my heaven.
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