Sleep, is you.
#2 of Poems
March 18, 2015.
Sometimes I don't want to wake up,
because I know,
that when I open my eyes
you won't be there.
But if I sleep,
if I continue sleeping,
I can hold you in my arms again,
feel your lips..on my lips again,
see your smile and
hear your laugh again.
Instead...I have to open my eyes again.
I have to see emptiness beside me,
silence surrounding me.