I close my eyes and I'm in the dream.
The thought of your strong arms surrounding me.
Under the hidden moon reality begins to split at the seams.
And I begin to dream my life with you, shifting, turning, sleeplessly.
My mind is a jumble and my life is a mess.
But that all will fade when my cheeks you caress.
Though all I do is dream and dream some more,
and then I put it all in poetry.
I know I should move on, but my heart is still too sore.
Is this twisted state really what has become of me?
Oh but in the end I love you.
Even if you are not real, somewhere, somehow, I feel that love ring true.
And maybe just for now, I'm safer with this fantasy.
The danger lies when I try to embrace reality.
So in the end what am I to do?
All of these longings shouldn't belong to this broken heart split in two.
But I've nowhere else to go,
so somehow you'll just have to know.
You have to be out there.
There's gotta be someone that cares.
So I'm gonna find you.
Or at least the magic you bring.
I'll find a way to you.
Even if I have to rip reality at the seams.
YOU ARE READING
sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.