my room is dark,
with nothing but a small flickering light in the corner.
i was always afraid of the dark.
my blankets are wrapped round my body,
huddled in a cocoon.
and the thought of being next to you,
in this dark labyrinth of a room,
makes my heart feel heavy
and my soul sigh.
i cannot wait
for the evenings to be spent,
lying in bed with you.
your frame embracing mine,
a pictured moment
often stuffed in the back of my mind.
uneasiness of the dark alone,
will never do.
i have only gotten braver,
on the nights i faced it with you.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
my room is dark,
with nothing but a small flickering light in the corner.
i was always afraid of the dark.
my blankets are wrapped round my body,
huddled in a cocoon.
and the thought of being next to you,
in this dark labyrinth of a room,
makes my heart feel heavy
and my soul sigh.
i cannot wait
for the evenings to be spent,
lying in bed with you.
your frame embracing mine,
a pictured moment
often stuffed in the back of my mind.
uneasiness of the dark alone,
will never do.
i have only gotten braver,
on the nights i faced it with you.
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