The end is nigh..
It is close and with in my reach,
It is in my line of sight,
It is with in ear shot,
I've hurt myself tonight,
Hurt myself with my thoughts,
With my silence.
Every turn I take seems to be a mistake but you I do not regret,
So I'll tread the water until the tide rises,
I'll tread water until the sun comes over the horizon,
Then I'll stop.
The end is nigh,
And I'm so jealous that I have to wait,
I have to stay,
I can feel you in the night.
My insides twinge and my eye lids feel heavy,
I can feel you near me,
Even when I know you're so far away,
I reach past these bed sheets searching for you,
But more then fabric seperate's the two,
Our hearts, the ocean, the proud,
The few.
The end is nigh,
And it certainly is a welcomed change though I'm unsure what others will endure if I do not stay,
But i dare say,
That indeed the end draws nigh.
I loved you in a very different way,
I despised this world but somehow still loved it the same and although all it seemed to do was take i wanted so badly to make my name known to your lips,
I wanted your lips to say my name,
I wanted to feel your skin and spend holidays in your presence,
You keep me awake,
The end draws nigh for when I reach past my sheets,
My fingers fall lonely.
My hands grasp at nothing,
I try my hardest to feel something but I'm still waiting.
I lay here in this ocean of sheets soaked in tears,
I weep.
I wept.
Woe is me,
But I shall continue searching,
The end is nigh,
And to the sun I say,
So long and goodnight,
So long,
And goodnight
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PoésieA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
