I wish I had the skills to write about how your eyes shine in the morning when you're tired from four hours of sleep and endless worries
I wish I knew how to write about that feeling you give me when you hold my hand
I wish i could write about how much you mean to me and how much air i breathe just to stay here for you
it's not about the how or why - it's about
the when and where. when i woke up and
realized that you enamored me with your
little things and where i saw you clinging
on a thin thread of hope that made your
soul radiate with beauty that i can never forget
