She is awake,
Yet she is dreaming.
She will look at you
When you aren't looking at her.
She is beautiful, majestic,
mysterious,
like a horse,
but she is no horse.
She is nothing but herself.
Beautiful, majestic, mysterious.
She will look away
When you look at her.
And when she is dreaming,
She is also awake.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
