Do you ever feel like maybe
there is something more to this
then half empty whiskey glasses
and empty hearts that can never be filled.
That maybe every morning when
the sun pulls itself out of bed, it is
not for waking us up too, but rather
beckoning us forward to live the life we were meant to.
What if the morning call was not
telling us to check our phones and
update our facebooks, but to whisper
our lovers name over and over again in their ear until they awake.
What if we were made for something
more than these mundane affections.
What if we were made for passion,
for adventure, for anything but this.
When I was a child, I always thought
I would burn like the brightest of flames,
but now the brightest part of my day
is when I close my eyes to end it.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Do you ever feel like maybe
there is something more to this
then half empty whiskey glasses
and empty hearts that can never be filled.
That maybe every morning when
the sun pulls itself out of bed, it is
not for waking us up too, but rather
beckoning us forward to live the life we were meant to.
What if the morning call was not
telling us to check our phones and
update our facebooks, but to whisper
our lovers name over and over again in their ear until they awake.
What if we were made for something
more than these mundane affections.
What if we were made for passion,
for adventure, for anything but this.
When I was a child, I always thought
I would burn like the brightest of flames,
but now the brightest part of my day
is when I close my eyes to end it.
