Our Story

Sometimes I feel tired,
so tired I can see a cradle made of your arms, for that,
I want to come to your side of our story.

Cause you look well-rested,
I need a nap in your lap, for that,
I want to come to your side of our story.

My hopes are limping these days,
I want them to lean on your smile for a while, for that,
I want to come to your side of our story.

I feel my thoughts are getting stale,
your lips will revive that maybe, for that,
I want to come to your side of our story.

My eyes are heavy, waiting for you at the door,
I heard your rustle somewhere, for that,
I want to come to your side of our story!

GREG RAKOZY DARK INDIGO

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