I bet she's fast asleep by now
Lying on her back with arms
Wrapped tightly around a
Cheap hotel pillow of some sort.
I bet she's been staring at
A brand new ceiling studying
Every tile as thoughts dance
Behind her giant brown eyes.
Yeah I bet she's fast asleep as
I'm trying to capture her energy
Right in an image and failing
Desperately but all of this is
Quite desperate isn't it.
She dances through my
Mind every day and
It's a gun pressed to my temple,
Only question left is that of
When oh when I'll go off?
YOU ARE READING
Strawberry Sunsets & Her
Poetrya collection of love poems for her about her, about us.
