Dispatch 391.209
2:09 AM Stillness in the Early Mornings
I don’t text.
I don’t call.
I don’t beg the stars. (Sometimes I do)
That is my love too.
The quiet kind.
The kind that waits,
but doesn’t press.
I don’t text.
I don’t call.
I don’t beg the stars. (Sometimes I do)
That is my love too.
The quiet kind.
The kind that waits,
but doesn’t press.