I think of you quite often you know
Inside this empty room the silence whispers careless words into my ears.
I dream of you a lot also, when I blink my eyes in the midst of boredom.
I think of words I have never heard, a touch I have never felt.
A hug, a kiss… you have never given me.
You are an urban legend.
Taunting my spirit and murdering my sanity.
Reaching out to caress my skin you caress my soul.
I let you hold my hand you welcome yourself to my heart.
My problems go away and I stop being angry at the world
The flower inside me blossoms and the record in my head plays a joyous song.
You bring me so much joy
Not for long anyway
I will have to open my eyes and stop daydreaming
I will have to wake up and face reality
I know deep down that this is all
A figure of my imagination.
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