sleep
when I'm with you
you are all I want
and I could lye
in these dreams
and believe
in these sheets
forever
always
when I'm without you
I cannot focus
The world is blurry
I forget I am alive
I become death
in it's earliest sense
sleep
when I'm with you
I could breath in words
and I could read the wind
cause I had something going
with the direction of these days
but I am easily buried
in linens and I toss
and I turn trying to find my own
sleep
lately, I cannot hear you
lately, I cannot feel you
lately, I forget you
and I am growing tired
all the while
but if I lose myself
in this image
of cotton and silk
I'd at least know
just once
how it feels
to sleep
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