Yesterday is yours in its entirety
because in your arms is a space
I’ll always long for.
Fear in the exhaust as there is no defining limit of:
“coming on too strong” for.
Is that truly best?
Or the movement of society’s worst?
Depiction of a lion’s hunger?
Or just a newborn’s innocent thirst?
Ill declare this:
I’ll always dare dangerously from dusk ’til dawn
to sip on something as suitable as your scent first.
To see the sunrise reflect off your eyes
and your skin-kissed by insightful rays.
Because moments such as these cradle me to sleep when I’m alone
turning the pages of my yesterdays.