Sound of Your Smile

Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
Every single worry
You have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
Will be the very last thing
You will feel
Before sleeping
And the sound of my smile
Will be the alarm clock
To your morning ears.
Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
The weight of every yesterday
That snuck atop your shoulders
And declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
To your secret dreams
And my hand
The anchor to the life
You will open your eyes to.
Come here 
And take off your clothes.

~Tyler Knott Gregson 

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Conviction

“She must find a boat and

sail in it. No guarantee of

shore. Only a conviction that

what she wanted could exist,

if she dared find it.”

– Jeanette Winterson

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