I'm tired of not dreaming.
My sleep does not rest me,
For when I close my eyes,
I open them back up to reality.
I'm tired of not moving.
My weary eyes stay open,
For if I close my eyes,
I do not go towards a future.
I'm tired of not breathing.
Every time I inhale,
It is to just maintain.
I wish I could still smell the flowers.
I'm tired.
So tired.
But when I'm with you,
I can sleep, dreaming of a future.
When I'm with you,
My stiff body moves forward.
When I'm with you,
I can finally have a breath of fresh air.
When I'm with you,
I'm not tired.
And I will never be tired of you.
Mar 19, 2023
Mar 19, 2023 at 1:58 AM UTC
I'm tired of not dreaming.
My sleep does not rest me,
For when I close my eyes,
I open them back up to reality.
I'm tired of not moving.
My weary eyes stay open,
For if I close my eyes,
I do not go towards a future.
I'm tired of not breathing.
Every time I inhale,
It is to just maintain.
I wish I could still smell the flowers.
I'm tired.
So tired.
But when I'm with you,
I can sleep, dreaming of a future.
When I'm with you,
My stiff body moves forward.
When I'm with you,
I can finally have a breath of fresh air.
When I'm with you,
I'm not tired.
And I will never be tired of you.
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