Some nights are a lot like the days, I lay awake too late, I watch the shadows casted. Trace your shape. Those silver slivers on the wall then on the bed sheets. I hear your song in the trees. I finally fall into rest. Often later when I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams. Just doing simple things, like buying groceries. And when I wake up I could swear you must’ve just left me Like you got up to make breakfast or maybe just to get dressed.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 07:26:23 +0000
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