This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
the only light in this room
is your small candle
which has been burning brightly for hours
even after we fall asleep
but i am constantly awake
so i am graced with the chance
to admire your sleeping face
i love when you sleep
because your eyes rest
they no longer struggle beneath the restlessness holding them open day after day
night after night
your lips come together in a pout
because when you sleep it’s almost like you’re a child
if i wake you up
you are ready to ask for five more minutes,
and i give you twenty