Thoughts travel through my
mind as I close my eyes sitting at my desk. I wish I wasn't so tired.
I wish I could sort my thoughts and write them down. But while I
think of the cooling breeze of the summer night, running through all
of your curves, oh my unknown faceless love, a fraction of a second
later, I envy the sun that makes love to you while you lay down the
hot sand of a beautiful beach. Then I imagine that your legs are my
harbor and I'm the sailor that wants to rest in between them...
You see my thoughts have
lost their consistency... my eyelashes refuse to cooperate... I must
not fall asleep... oh I want to dream... and most of all I want to
see your face my love... the face that will be next to me for the
rest of my life. Pfff words... meaningless words that fly through
walls leaving me empty once again. Is this how life is going to be
from now on? Will I be a dead man writing about life? What can I
write about life if I don't live it?
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