I can tell you for certain
that I am awake
and you are in bed asleep
and you fell asleep staring at the ceiling,
a blissful sureness easing you into rest.
If I were to be able to sleep, my mind would be tangled with strings of thoughts revolving around you
because despite the muddle of a thousand thoughts
the image to last be visible beneath my eyelids is that of you smirking at me,
a smirk that holds the warmth of a smile;
for that reason a small grin paints my features as I fall into unconsciousness.
The purpose of waking up
is to see you
so that you might see me.
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
