What do they mean?
Is it a misconception of an admire?
Or a future that one desires?
Is it a remnant of a memory?
Or traces of what used to be?
Is it a fairytale told by the angels of sleep?
Or just a mystery seeped from the deep,
Abyss of my heart?
Longing to patch what keeps us apart.
All I know is when I close my eyes,
And drift off towards the skies.
You're there, beautiful and shining bright.
Gracious in glory with me despite,
The darkness that pulls us opposite ways.
A nightmare it turns but the memory stays.
Of how we were so happy, but with luck,
Tonight I'll close my eyes, you'll be there, and we won't wake up.
YOU ARE READING
My inner thoughts...
Poesia" just a collection of poetry I've written over the years as I grew and learned all about the circles of life..."
