How is it that you stay so cheerful? You haven't stirred once in your sleep as you lay beside me, but still I catch a glimpse of you almost smiling. It's as if you do not change, even when unconscious. How do you stay so glad? I'm tired of merely settling. I'm tired of repression.
I want to have your mirth for my own. Believe in me.
Thine Wicht · Thu May 28, 2015 @ 06:30am · 0 Comments |