I feel your pulse
and it makes me hold you tighter –
something I longed to feel…
and feared I’d never get to.
You’re here now,
and yet most of the time
I’m still holding my breath.
I feel your pulse
and it makes me hold you tighter –
something I longed to feel…
and feared I’d never get to.
You’re here now,
and yet most of the time
I’m still holding my breath.
Lexy
My pulse keeps beating, I breathe, the rain rolls in, grass bending, grey sky, the hush of the weather on a grey Saturday
The old man was finally dead. He would’ve said it was the end of a dream. For everyone else, a nightmare. The old house would be filled with flowers, but not in mourning. They could finally have color again.
the sight was breathtaking. the gems pulsed in alternating shades of red, blue, and purple. they surrounded the brightest one, waiting breathlessly for the gem to finally shine white–to change their world.
I feel your pulse
and it makes me hold you tighter –
something I longed to feel…
and feared I’d never get to.
You’re here now,
and yet most of the time
I’m still holding my breath.
I feel your pulse
and it makes me hold you tighter –
something I longed to feel…
and feared I’d never get to.
You’re here now,
and yet most of the time
I’m still holding my breath.
My pulse keeps beating, I breathe, the rain rolls in, grass bending, grey sky, the hush of the weather on a grey Saturday
The heart is still beating. The pulse is still here although weak.
Things may still happen. Future is still uncertain.
Don’t let it drop.
Don’t let it drop…
The old man was finally dead. He would’ve said it was the end of a dream. For everyone else, a nightmare. The old house would be filled with flowers, but not in mourning. They could finally have color again.
the sight was breathtaking. the gems pulsed in alternating shades of red, blue, and purple. they surrounded the brightest one, waiting breathlessly for the gem to finally shine white–to change their world.