The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
I wish I knew
I wish I knew
It would be nice to know,
what you look like when you wake up in the morning
if you have rosy cheeks,
from hours of sleep
messy hair,
tired eyes,
lazy grin
coffee or tea?
i’ll never see
when your most vulnerable,
oblivious to the world,
oblivious to me
but i’ll settle for seeing your face on my screen,
at 4am in the morning,
wondering where you are,
who you’re with,
what you’re doing,
because its better for me to know you’re there,
somewhere
then nothing at all.