I’m sitting in my room,
thinking back on you,
memories pass
my head was leaned against your face
partly on your shoulder, curving your neck.
I tried to clear my thoughts of stress
and let go of the day,
how it began,
whispered your name-
I’m sitting in my room,
thinking back on you,
memories pass
my head was leaned against your face
partly on your shoulder, curving your neck.
I tried to clear my thoughts of stress
and let go of the day,
how it began,
whispered your name-
something hides in every night,
brings desire from the deep.
and with it comes a burning light,
to keep us from our sleep.
habibi, light is burning
as i am burning,
as i am yearning.