Late night, the lone girl, curls into her bed.
Snapping the light off, bathing in moonglow.
Cool air on skin, pillow soft ‘neath her head,
Down comforter wrapped around her warm soul.
Against the rough thoughts that thrash wild within,
She grits her teeth and squeezes shut her eyes.
Holding to a promise he had given,
With that succor, she smiles, happily sighs.
In dreams she falls, into his waiting arms.
As always in dreams she meets him once more.
His face always finds itself in her palms;
And here, again, she lives in loves splendor.
In sleep, her true, deepest desires show.
All fears and rushing thoughts finally slow.
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May 11th, 2014 at 3:13 AM
Truly heart-wrenchingly beautiful ❤️❤️
May 11th, 2014 at 3:21 AM
Aww, thank you! I wrote this in a bit of a rush, but this thought, this thought is so in my heart. ❤ Thank you!