It's way past the sleeping hours but her eyes are unblinking
And thinks about her love not lover wishing to see her soon
Tired and restless she fights sleepiness, rather, the night won't let her sleep
But the bed is done and blankets are on, pillows are fluffy and soft as fur what more could she have done?
The air is cool, she's near the sea and the sky is clear as her love for her
Her love not lover is so far away
Although comfortably laid in her crib, this girl knows that comfort isn't what's keeping her awake
But the troubles that swirl in that glass of a mind
All fragile yet tries to look mighty outside
For even hard candies may break with forceful bites
She leaves in the morning to the journey that all must face someday
Still adapting to the real world at bay
She will leave the people she cares for again
Hoping to come back with honor and fame
But her journey is hard, she knows this now
Her love not lover helps keep her sane
And also brings her worries all the same
For this girl that she fancies likes another
Still, she wishes that her love not lover can be her lover who loves her
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WORD PLAY
Poesia"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
