I'm melancholic
a borderline alcoholic.
I'm dazed, I always am.
Sing your lullaby,
I can't sleep again.
Shut my eyes with your palm,
I know I'm shaking again,
But I promise I'm calm.
I love you, you know I do.
Yet you hold me
a little too tight.
Honey, I think it's all right
for us to fight all night
and make love by dawn.
Hold me now,
my spirits hang low.
I want you to stroke my hair,
breaths on my neck
a confirmation you're there, although
I hear no lullaby
I feel no touch
Baby, where are you
please
I'm shaking too much.
My whispers walk away
away into the light
It's been years, it's been so long
Again, I sleep alone tonight.
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Words that escaped
ŞiirSometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.