I had my focus on the ceiling for three hours, only focused on the thought of you. I knew I needed to get up early, yet I couldn't get the image of you out of my head. Your sweet voice running through my veins. I clenched my eyes shut hoping you would leave my brain, but you didn't. I was angry at first because I knew sleep was more important than your attractive soul. I finally gave up the madness, and it turned into tears. I guess I was so sleep deprived that my body decided to cry itself to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I wanted you next to me the whole time I was trying to sleep. Your sleeping breaths somehow make me calm. I finally fall asleep, once my body decides it is officially worn out, but I wake up lonely. You weren't in my dreams like you were before. No one was. I didn't even dream, it was all black the whole time. I stared at the ceiling again, and I noticed it's just a ceiling. It is nothing more than just a ceiling.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
