I'm unsure, time is fuzzy
fuzzy is time, wine is mine
mine is wine, unsure is fine
rose water at the end of time
dreaming of her in my empty bed
I roll over to visions of you
how many moons have to fall?
how many suns have to rise?
how many days is it until our embrace?
what are we going to do with all these blank postcards,
and all these empty pages and ink-filled pens?
Can I still write you poetry in bed?
I don't want to be lost, anymore
I don't want to not care, anymore
All I want to do is curl up in bed with you
eep opp ork, I know what that means
there are so many moments that just melt my heart
I know I am 100% mush, but I will not tell anyone your secret
but I will late night in bed, turn over and whisper sweet nothings
and then hold you, so that know you have all of me, always and forever
I am trying to get to the core of you
you are trying to get to the core of me
neither one of us exist without the other
Tu me manques
-Satori
