Yesterday I woke up
With the first rays of the sun.
A condemned spirit
Haunting my own bed.
I lay, thinking of yours;
Soft like the skin
I used to press
Against my own.
I fantasize
Of laying there again
Whispering the things
I was once afraid to say.
And you would hold me
A cosmic oneness,
Two loving souls,
A golden energy.
All hurt would dissipate,
A bad dream fading.
Your eyes gazing to me
A small brown dot in green.
I would caress,
Tickle you softly
Together we would find
All things to be okay.
But--the sun creeps in
Reality harshly follows.
My bed is rough
My pillows, like rocks.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Yesterday I woke up
With the first rays of the sun.
A condemned spirit
Haunting my own bed.
I lay, thinking of yours;
Soft like the skin
I used to press
Against my own.
I fantasize
Of laying there again
Whispering the things
I was once afraid to say.
And you would hold me
A cosmic oneness,
Two loving souls,
A golden energy.
All hurt would dissipate,
A bad dream fading.
Your eyes gazing to me
A small brown dot in green.
I would caress,
Tickle you softly
Together we would find
All things to be okay.
But--the sun creeps in
Reality harshly follows.
My bed is rough
My pillows, like rocks.
3/15/2014
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