my brain is cluttered,
with thoughts of you.
you invade my sleep,
and dreams too.
i want to hold your hand,
text you late at night when we can't sleep,
take you to dinner and hold you as you dream,
i dream of moments like these.
but you don't.
i dream of loving you, but it isn't a reality.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Поэзияwe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
