Sep 2017
I can hear you,
the beat in your chest,
it rings in my head;
a wordless lullaby.
I wish
sometimes
that you
could be mine.
But we both know creation
in the cage of my mind,
can only exist
behind my closed eyes.
the beat in your chest,
it rings in my head;
a wordless lullaby.
I wish
sometimes
that you
could be mine.
But we both know creation
in the cage of my mind,
can only exist
behind my closed eyes.
(This is oddly satisfying, writing about someone who doesn't exist.)
