I still think of you,
sometimes late into the night,
eyes wide awake and body aching,
pulsating and confused
Perpetual shifting,
tossing and turning
Staring at my clock,
waiting on my phone,
I lay in silence and shut my eyes tight,
until they're little slits
Avoiding thoughts of you is despairing,
because you make my dreams golden,
it's a euphoric escape
Rolling over,
pretending to sleep
I conjure up your image
and call you to my bed,
to my despondent embrace
The daylight sobers,
and puts my mind at ease
You are easy to forget here,
but when the moon beams into my window,
that's when I'll miss you,
that's when the real darkness will come
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
I still think of you,
sometimes late into the night,
eyes wide awake and body aching,
pulsating and confused
Perpetual shifting,
tossing and turning
Staring at my clock,
waiting on my phone,
I lay in silence and shut my eyes tight,
until they're little slits
Avoiding thoughts of you is despairing,
because you make my dreams golden,
it's a euphoric escape
Rolling over,
pretending to sleep
I conjure up your image
and call you to my bed,
to my despondent embrace
The daylight sobers,
and puts my mind at ease
You are easy to forget here,
but when the moon beams into my window,
that's when I'll miss you,
that's when the real darkness will come
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