Gyroscope Review 15-3 - Page 47

Rest for the Restless by Sarah Marchant Sometimes, I forget to keep the things that are precious. Should be nuzzling your stubble but I've got five questions weighing my tongue and currents shimmering in my fingers that don't know the meaning of peace and quiet. I see us crossing the street home before we've even stopped to kiss at the first stoplight. Had one cup of tea with sugar today and two without, yet I still don't know what's good for me, spilling granules across fickle daydreams and notebooks rich with white pages. Burying the pearls beneath my bedroom window like they'll make the vines grow any thicker. So next time I'll concentrate more on your hand gripping mine under the table at Chinese and the squeezes spelling love lett