If you would let me hold you the nights would never be this cold. If morning has its romance and midday has demands, if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands.

If evening has its moments..

If you can keep a secret from me. Then I can tell you thing that you’d not believe. If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood and send it with the truest of intentions my love, if breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost.

The hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft. If breathing was this easy…