Sleep…Come back to me.
Take this room of coal black
and turn it into a vision of the sea.
Transform these tangled sheets
into a luscious robe fit for royalty,
and have thy citizens kiss they feet.
Let a soft cloud be thy pillow rest
up high in the dark, starlit sky.
Letting the clean air fill thy chest.
Make this bed one made of roses.
Have thy sweet laying beside thee
with a ring hidden before he proposes.
Let the curtains shut out the light
so I may stay in this false reality;
for behind my lids hold a prettier sight.
Took this vision of the sea
and turned it into the dawn.
Sleep…Come back to me.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Sleep…Come back to me.
Take this room of coal black
and turn it into a vision of the sea.
Transform these tangled sheets
into a luscious robe fit for royalty,
and have thy citizens kiss they feet.
Let a soft cloud be thy pillow rest
up high in the dark, starlit sky.
Letting the clean air fill thy chest.
Make this bed one made of roses.
Have thy sweet laying beside thee
with a ring hidden before he proposes.
Let the curtains shut out the light
so I may stay in this false reality;
for behind my lids hold a prettier sight.
Took this vision of the sea
and turned it into the dawn.
Sleep…Come back to me.
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