When nights like this happen
As they often do
I take a breath and think of youI hear your voice in my head
I hear you tell me to sleep
And in the morning it'll be better
When the sun rises though, not at 3I feel your hand on my cheek
And I see your eyes looking at me
I'm not sure what you can see
But I hope you know you get me past meEven when you're gone
I feel comfort in your love
You guide me back to where I am
And I don't thank you enoughI prefer to think of myself as my rock
I anchor myself to the ground
But we both know that's not true
I'm messy without you aroundIt's nice to know that somewhere
There's someone who cares for me
And it's nice to know that I'm not alone
Not even at 3I hope one day I find the time
To show you how everyday you change my lifeI don't quite know if I'll have the words
Just kidding, I have so many
But one day I'll give them to you
They're in fact, yours
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Late Night Thoughts
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