If Their Song Doesn't Fade In Like Morning Or Creep Into Your Dawn, Start Rethinking About Ur Relationship

if their song doesn't fade in like morning or creep into your dawn, start rethinking about ur relationship with them

thinking about the casual intimacy of showing someone you love an unfinished work of art, the underlying message saying, i trust you with my unpolished heart

can we please normalize being quiet in the morning

valley

Breakage of an evening covers, covets half your face Gleaming peach and blushing cheeks Burning eyes and arteries

The snow becomes your shirt, folding into pockets first Boulder hands, frosted fingers Falling clouds on foggy whispers

I can find eternity stitched into your glassy lakes Hidden underneath the heavens Nesting September confessions

You could find a waltz between our rivers and our faults I could bend my brick for you Save a gaze and prayer or two

Tether all my beads of rain, sew them into your restraint This could gleam alive and mean Coming down our village dreams

“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.”

— Voltaire, Candide

hey god, is it so hard to give me someone who puts the sway to my trees and the melodies to my throat, the creaks to my floorboards, the dances beneath my rain, the candle in my dark, the flight to my birds, the frost in my winters, the endings to what i start, the push for my starts, the flame on my stars, the blood in my heart?