theres thoughts i have every sunday night
by nina ...
while my room fills with the sounds of the wind.
theres nothing here but me and the sweet whispers
and i have everything i need except the sun.
i could get lost in this close conversation but
theres no need to think because my thoughts have already created a flood.
my heart races while i breath slow and
the whispers find their way to my heart.
you remain a thought on a cool sunday night while
the whispers of the wind slowly make you disappear.
calm conversation dries up my mind causing it
to go from a raging sea to a leaf crumbling to nothing.
i dont get lost because i wont feel this rage or hear this leaf instead
i will listen to the wind on this cool sunday night like
there is nothing better to hear and my heart couldnt love anything more.