and then I'll hold you
and kiss you
and murmur sweet things for you under my breath
and when I lay you down,
may you feel how much I love you
she lays down
and love blooms.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
she lays down-eighty eight
and then I'll hold you
and kiss you
and murmur sweet things for you under my breath
and when I lay you down,
may you feel how much I love you
she lays down
and love blooms.
