leomaier:On nights you couldn't sleep, I’d lay awake for hours counting sheep for you and you woul
leomaier: On nights you couldn't sleep, I’d lay awake for hours counting sheep for you and you would rewrite the rhythm of my heartbeat with the way you held me in the morning, resting your head on my chest and I swear my breath turned silver the day your hair did, like I swore marigolds grew in the folds of my eyelids the first time I saw you and they bloomed the first time I watched you dance to the tune of our kitchen kettle in our living room in a world that could have left us hard as metal, we were soft as nostalgia together.- Andrea Gibson -- source link
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