On those nights when
My thoughts run untamed
And sleep betrays me
I count your breathes
As you lay soundly beside me.
It’s almost magical the way
Your rhythm eases me.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
On those nights when
My thoughts run untamed
And sleep betrays me
I count your breathes
As you lay soundly beside me.
It’s almost magical the way
Your rhythm eases me.