I could feel you resting in my dreams, and I used to search for you in dark rooms, thinking you'd be reaching for my hand in hopes of finding me too.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoésiePerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"waiting too long"
I could feel you resting in my dreams, and I used to search for you in dark rooms, thinking you'd be reaching for my hand in hopes of finding me too.
