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Oct 2012
For me,
the sleep deprivation of it all is the truly torturous outcome
I lie awake pondering
How little effect I have on you...
All the while realizing what a tremendous impact you have in everything I am
Each movement,
Each notion
Each smile
At times I see only you
as I glance at my reflection in a window pane
I see your eyes staring back at me
Those inescapable eyes
that I so often lose myself in
Wishing I could lie in the softness of them
And dance in the tiny bit of sparkle they give off
Wishing that they were able to speak to me
Words that I so dearly wish you would say
Wishing for them to reveal the trapped thoughts inside of you
To show me the man at the end of those seemingly endless gazes
Uncovering the stealth nature of your being
allowing your heart to open to me
So that I can not only discover your soul
But to assure myself that in the baring of my own,
The two will never be alone
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