3 AM

yearning™️

I thought of you last night, miss eyes
I miss the turn of lips just like yours
And miss cliché texted at midnight
Asked if we could take a detour
Let’s go on a walk to the moon she said
It’s alright, I talk to her all alone in bed
Three am cause I can’t sleep again

I guess for just this once
I’ll take into account
The softness of your eyes
And the roughness in your mouth
As I stare at the ceiling, glow in the dark stars
I see your eyes my love, I know you’ve got my heart