i've now learnt to appreciate you
cherish the moments
and accept the nostalgic invitations
sleep, a beautiful escape
somewhere I can rely on
to feel free again, to feel alive
sleep, a beautiful escape
where everything seems
serendipitous
where hearts that are so
awfully broken, can be so
easily mended and, those
that feel dreadfully empty
are filled instantaneously,
with redemption.
sleep, a beautiful escape
to a place
where a refreshed
peace of mind is
perfectly obtained.
but, with a soul like yours,
sleep becomes an abyss of
illusions, for me
nostalgia, gathers fragments
of a being that was zealous
and washes my mind with them,
drags these memories back
and hypnotizes me,
reflecting on a time,
which has now taught me,
that, you never liked me,
that I was only tolerated.
- k y r v t
