I woke before her and she slept on as the sun rose spilling light across our bed she was an angel in my sheets the girl I would draw if given a thousand years and only a promise she might one day come to life. xx Atticus
I woke before her
and she slept on as the sun rose
spilling light across our bed
she was an angel in my sheets
the girl I would draw
if given a thousand years
and only a promise
she might one day come to life.
xx Atticus