Mine
We used to call every night
'Sleep call'as you say
I won't sleep call you today though
For I need to concentrate on many
Many people might not know
That sleep gives us answers
For what we need answers for
In many difficult situations in our lives
I am a daydreamer
Living in a fantasy world at times
For yet it's so pleasing
To run away from reality
To mock at bitter truth
Which kills us endlessly.
His
'Sleep call'as I've said,we do have on a daily
That in the mornings we could still hear each other sleeping soundly
But tonight, I have slept tightly yet with heaviness
For I missed you breathing and soft random kisses
Pan might have flown Wendy to far from reality
That could have made everything a fantasy
But if this flight could cause her demise,
Pan wouldn't hesitate to give her up and bring her back with ease.
For all I want is for you to wake up happy in the morning
Even if both of us could be longing.
And if space is what you need to free think
Is what I will give for us to stain and last longer like ink.
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled Thoughts
PoésieI never call this poetry or work.. these are my thoughts, my feelings exactly as they are. Just scribbled, when I no longer can hold 'em..
