I've been a mess
Idle under the sheets
counting the grains of love
beading through my dreams
and into the tremble of my fingertips
when you're
simply near.
Against the midnight hue
And velvet thickness of dreams shattered
My hands reach out to you
And suddenly, nothing matters.
Put my dreams of us
On the highest shelf
So I can climb for this love
And prove myself.
Although many wrongs I've commited
The only hell that I can see
is the very thought,
of you not being with me.
Sorry for the tears
Dampening our relationship
and making it sink
But i'll glady forget about
any past vices
without any recitals of a blink.
What inspires me? The fact that
you hardly know me,
and everytime I see you walking
its like i'm reading poetry.
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