Until Dawn Comes by TheMaidenInBlack, literature
Literature
Until Dawn Comes
Your eyes collecting
Spiderwebs of red,
And I would
(one by one)
Feed them clear
Notes of rest.Your breathing losing
The music sheet of its rhythm,
But I would
(patiently)
Paint it anew
For your tired lips.Your mind, unwanting
To sew coherence together,
But I would
(try to)
Help you shape it,
By entwining mine.And I'll be here,
To wish you goodnight
For as long as you can hear meBecause, there's
Nothing
Else
I
Can
Do.
