As I sit and count sheep
You've probably already drifted off to sleep
Me wishing you were in my arms,
I try to day dream.
What comes up first is you and me;
Stuck on a field, watching the sun drown beneath the ground.
And oh yes, how I look at your hair,
As random strands
Glow a different hue.
A nice bronze or gold could describe the view.
I look and watch
As you place your hand on top of mine .
And look and watch how your eyes find mine.
Allowing a trance to consume the scene.
Your eyes locked on mine, with a slight hand squeeze.
And finally...
I drifted off to sleep.
I guess sheep
just don't
cut it for me.
YOU ARE READING
Lovestruck
ŞiirI feel like I've Been crushed under this bus of 'so called love' (C.A approved)
