I lay in bed beside him
Thinking of you
Pretending that maybe, just maybe
You and he are the same
But I know it is only a
Daydream
I'd never be awake without you
You'd always wait to make sure I was safe asleep
Your arms wrapped around me
An embrace that would say more than words ever could
I'd wake to your voice...
I'll never wake to your voice
Daydreaming of your eyes
Those beautiful blue eyes
Your long, dark hair
A soft whisper and touch
To gently wake me
Things I'll never know
What I wouldn't give
To spend one morning in your arms
A soft rain falling
Music playing in the background
And opening my eyes to see the man I love searching my very soul
A man I will never know
Envisioning you; us, hurts
A sharp intake of needle cold air
A constant ache of that one missing piece
You are all that I fear I will never have
You lay beside me every night, and ever morning that follows
A ghost of all that I must fight to be
You are my dreams now
And I will never know them to come true
Author notes
For Kay. <3
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Comments
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"A sharp intake of needle cold air" <<<--That gives me such a tragic, aching image.
This is a sad love poem but it lingers with beauty. I believe dreams are the alter-ego of reality; they are real in every sense of waking up with that feeling of 'did that just happen?' He is always with you as you are always with him.
I know you have that faith within you.


