The best thoughts come to me,
Right before I fall asleep,
My eyes are half shut,
And I can hear but my own breathing,
You slip from the back of my mind,
Straight to the front,
I thought that I’d forget you,
And then every once,
In a while I get this idea,
Its kind of a notion in fact,
That somewhere you’re sleeping,
And dreaming of me,
And now,
Here in half sleep,
I am awake.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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