It kills to fall in slumber-deep,
You'll never know it until you weep,
For when you love, you close your eyes,
Like how you fall asleep
It kills to stay in darkness' arms,
For though it might have kept you warm,
It leaves you cold, it leaves you blind,
It rips you, though unarmed
It kills to love a boy like you,
For you seem like a dream come true,
Although I'm charmed, I'm still alarmed
For nightmares are dreams too
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
