I love the idea of you, of us in a never lasting tomorrow.
But that's it. Nothing more than the idea of us.
Something intangible and so out of reach.
I love the idea of us, of you next to me right now.
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies.
PoesiaYou're stuck in my head like lullabies, singing me to sleep. Calming down my fears.
