Nothing Else Matters

It’s all about for whom you come back to;

At the end of the day,

Exhausted and overworked,

To find peace and solace,

In arms and hearts,

Of someone who loves you,

As much as you do.

It matters about whom you think of;

In the mornings and evenings,

And every time in between,

While they fight wars of their own,

To surrender and be captured,

By someone who loves you,

As much as you do.

Nothing else matters,

Only that moment,

When you’re wrapped in their arms,

Listening to the rhythmic beating of their heart,

Synching your breathing,

With someone who loves you,

As much as you do.

FLY, I SAY