t h o u g h t s

the future

I really hope thats how I find my life coming to be.

Middle of the night, early morning.
Where your eyes meet mine.
Hazy and somewhat breathless.
Possibly confused from the night before.
But knowing one thing for certain.
You're mine.
And I'm hopefully yours.
And the first movement I wake after hours of torrid nightmares,
Is sleepily kissing you.
And finding my space in your arm once again.