You may tire of me as our January sun is setting, 'cause I'm not who I used to be.
I always said i would never live in a city. I hate cities, the buissy lifestyle just everything about them.
But somehow it sounds so appealing if it means i get to see you, i think i could handle the change so long as i was right beside you.
everyone’s making their blogs all snowy and stuff for christmas while here in australia christmas is literally this
I’d like to wake you up in the mornings
When the sun caresses our windows,
Spoil you with our breakfast
Served while you’re on our pillows.
I want to text you during the day
Telling you different things that I see,
So that when you need to rest
You could read some nice stories.
"what’s a queen without her king?" well, historically, better
I will tell you you’re lovely
When you step out of the shower
And your eyes are bright
And your cheeks are rosy.
I will make you coffee
And kiss you good bye
When you leave for the city
And I will go to work and miss you.
I promise to always hunger
For the way my mind stopped
And the breath that left my lungs
When I first saw you.
You can pull me flowers
And kiss my neck
In the dark
Under a full moon.
Just tell me you love me
And sing me a song.
I’ll write you a poem,
Every night that you’re gone.