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my thinking occurs at night
as such thoughts as mine during the day
would discontinue
my will to stay awake

as I think I grow
     tired of being tired
     weary of being weary
     and slumber comes to hush my    
     darkness
     into unconscious bliss
I know that you're scared because you
     Don't write to end of the page's lines
  
Also, because you keep coming back
Shower's drunken full
Barely there but saying still,
"Love until until"
You always talk about drowning
I want to flood your chest
The moon is constant and so is the tide and I constantly wished you had stayed by my side but the moon only shines in the dead of night and it sometimes doesn't form the waves quite right and the sea's lost so many and the moon's saved so few and you were lost to me when I couldn't save you.
You were born and your roots anchored you into existence
   You grew up, feeding off light
   But nowadays, in moments of night
   You have thoughts of uprooting      
   yourself

And I want to be the sun that gives you life
         I want to be every leaf that you  
         grow

You think your time is over
But you need to wait for spring

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