you're sleeping
and it feels
intrusive
for you
to be here
while i write,
but your dreams
await you
tonight.
you're sleeping
and i can't
because i'm
thinking of us.
of love.
of what
our future
could be
while you
dream.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
