Troubled Mind Of An Artist
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Restlessness in full effect. I can't sleep without you resting your head on your pillows. Your scent on them brings me to a calm state of tranquillity. I close my eyes and just wish your head was on my chest, breathing the same air, embracing each other mending our bond with each and every inhale and exhale. I only hear the voice in my head tonight, waiting to hear you just say my name or call me babe/baby. Wishful thinking from this writers mind of mine, what a troubled mind of an artist. Now the skies don't seem to be so grey, as if I have seen my first sunset. Warm and welcoming. Signed, ThoseMeaningfulWords. VH.