Early morning, you’re on my mind
With tempo comes the
Long texts & late nights.
We share playlists ,curated music keeps us up beyond twilight
In between, I’ll admit your baby pictures are horrible one of the many things we chuckle to.
Flower of my heart, that’s what you have become to me
Atimes our egos barricade our emotions
And we’re bound to find ourselves walking on staggering paths where our souls lay in desolate.
Where eternity is nothing but a place for a fugitive soul.
Where eternity is nothing but a nightmare for which you seek no refuge for
It matters only that we don’t fumble, or we are most likely to crumble..T