I don’t want to write a poem to tell you
feel
I want you to read my mind and understand what emotions my eyes during sleepless nights convey.
In dreams there is you and I and love defined by eternity.
Hope loses its gleam as I return to my failed reality and an empty bed.
Silence takes over my heart and I hung my head in thought of nostalgic absence of what I pretend to live in.
So you kiss my forehead and I close my eyes once more and fall into peace and imagination.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
I don’t want to write a poem to tell you
feel
I want you to read my mind and understand what emotions my eyes during sleepless nights convey.
In dreams there is you and I and love defined by eternity.
Hope loses its gleam as I return to my failed reality and an empty bed.
Silence takes over my heart and I hung my head in thought of nostalgic absence of what I pretend to live in.
So you kiss my forehead and I close my eyes once more and fall into peace and imagination.