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By rthoseflipflops Date: 2002 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.10.18.35.21545]] |
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it's 1:59 and i can hear you tapping lightly on my window. I switch on my lamp-your sign to come in. climbing up the latter, up to my loft, hopping in to bed, it's a perfect silance. no words, just clarity between the words we never say (theres nothing left to say)So now it's time to dream and drift away forgetting the probelms we fought in the day. But on the darker nights things aren't this perfect. You could always fall asleep easily in my bed. taking my covers. sometimes i would watch you sleep, breath, unaware of me watching you dream, unaware of me not being able to sleep. i Can't help but wonder if you think my blankets can cover your lies, i can see it in your eyes. your much better at pretending nothing is wronge (congradulations) but it's nights like this your silantly screaming the things left unsaid, destraying my clarity as you dream. & i lay here awake, wondering when your going to admit your mistakes. Tongiht i etched your face in my mind- your messy hair and peaceful look-i never noticed those freakles on your ears, and you seemed to be smiling like you had a million secrets locked up in that head of yours. i ran my fingers thorugh your hair, lightly. trying not to wake you. even though a part of me wanted to shake you hard, wake you up so that you'd wrap me in your arms, i'd feel safe and finally get some sleep. But right now this is my sancutary. so i'll lay back down and wonder how this is going to end. i'm getting tired of you stealing the covers & i never shared well with others. |