There's a thought that haunts me
In the mornings
When the sun peeks through the curtains
And it blinds me
And the coffee is burnt
So I take a morning dose of
Smoke to mute my taste buds
It haunts me at work
Where my smile is as fake
As the honey tone of my voice
But they'll believe it
And buy two for two fifty anyway
Because I've asked them oh so
Nicely
It plagues me in the evening
When I've settled down with a brush
In my hand
Painting abstract strokes with
No road map
No idea where they're going
Just a current of blending colors
And lines
It strikes me at night
When I'm closing my eyes
And willing myself to sleep
Though the sheep don't run home
Because the path is drenched
In regret
That thought
Which haunts me
And itches at me
And runs laps through my mind
Is that I've never felt peace
In someone's arms
Never felt so fulfilled
To touch someone
Never had words powerful
Enough to describe it
The thought that harrows me
In all the hours I know
Is that I've never known
Love
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
There's a thought that haunts me
In the mornings
When the sun peeks through the curtains
And it blinds me
And the coffee is burnt
So I take a morning dose of
Smoke to mute my taste buds
It haunts me at work
Where my smile is as fake
As the honey tone of my voice
But they'll believe it
And buy two for two fifty anyway
Because I've asked them oh so
Nicely
It plagues me in the evening
When I've settled down with a brush
In my hand
Painting abstract strokes with
No road map
No idea where they're going
Just a current of blending colors
And lines
It strikes me at night
When I'm closing my eyes
And willing myself to sleep
Though the sheep don't run home
Because the path is drenched
In regret
That thought
Which haunts me
And itches at me
And runs laps through my mind
Is that I've never felt peace
In someone's arms
Never felt so fulfilled
To touch someone
Never had words powerful
Enough to describe it
The thought that harrows me
In all the hours I know
Is that I've never known
Love
