if only my pillow could talk
maybe then, you'll understand me.

When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.

Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet

I can wait
if it means I will have you by morning
I can wait
if the stars will birth you non-broken
I can wait
if the tears I wept will flow like a blissful river
I can wait
if the roof we built will be covered in feathers
I can wait
if our souls up in the sky will be hypnotized
I can wait
if my existence will make you mesmerized

will i ever be good enough
will he ever notice me
maybe feel the same way?
or am i forever stuck in my same ways
of daydreaming
that maybe one day
i'll mean something
to him