these are the mornings i live for—
your head on my shoulder, lips on my skin,my fingers playing a melody
only we can hear, only we can singand i know that in this moment
we are significant.
early sunday mornings.
these are the mornings i live for—
your head on my shoulder, lips on my skin,my fingers playing a melody
only we can hear, only we can singand i know that in this moment
we are significant.