Needing something for your heart.
Sending bending thoughts through the wind.
Solace is a dream,
As we cope through this mist of existence.
Clocks all look the same,
And our moments all hold hands.
Theres a room in my heart where the idea of you roams..
It’s painted with purple undertones,
Written by tomorrows sweet lullabies.
Conversation is necessity.
Maybe ease the flow of things.
To stop only one & hope.
The possibility of an experience,
to be breath-taking.
Let’s just get through tonight,
And hope to understand in the morning.