Raz
Bluelighter
you make being sick the sweetest thing;
you make the lump in my throat find its home again and my heart sit a little more restless in its chest;
it's something that i want while i lie beside you and smell your neck while my finger runs the outline of the dragon on your back;
you make that bed seem like home and i want to wake up snuggled against you;
i want to be cuddled and wrapped up inside your breath;
all things end and this will too but you make it all seem worth it;
it all seems worth it.

you make the lump in my throat find its home again and my heart sit a little more restless in its chest;
it's something that i want while i lie beside you and smell your neck while my finger runs the outline of the dragon on your back;
you make that bed seem like home and i want to wake up snuggled against you;
i want to be cuddled and wrapped up inside your breath;
all things end and this will too but you make it all seem worth it;
it all seems worth it.
