secrets.

Often my mind decorates my vision,
Too rich with my decision.
Time is a fabrication,
Yet I remain impatient
Spending all of it dreaming
Of infinite reasons
to miss the way you breath
Or the way you look at me
Or the safety in your arms
And those calloused palms
I just like going to sleep
With your heart right next to me
And I love reminding myself
That what's lost can be found.
When I say I love you I mean it
I trust you with my secrets.