we laid in bed until the early sunrise and
i remember tracing your lips with my fingers and
your hands in my hair and
our bodies tangled still and
i remember wishing i was a better artist
so that my fingers could paint this moment frozen
so that they could write this moment into memorable quotes
so that they could play to the tune of my heart over and over again
but my hands, my fingers,
they could never recreate this
and so i have to hang onto this in my mind
cling onto it until i forget
god, i hope i never forget.
e.m.v (via truths-i-cannot-tell)
