As you fell into a deep sleep I stayed awake listening to your steady beats
I watched your eyelids flutter within a dream
And your hair cascading wildly on my pillow
Your arms were providing me warmth like my own personal blanket
And your freckles were my constellations
I stared at your perfectly painted lips and your porsalin skin
And all of this within
//f.s//
YOU ARE READING
What We Stay Alive For
Puisi"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."
