wake me up in the middle of the night
and make me go crazytake me to where
flowers bloom
and leaves swoon
with magiclet me see how
suns are born
and waves make love
to the moonI want to see crazy
into horizons
worn on my heavy eyesfeel crazy
to the tips of my toes
curling in ecstasybe crazy
in the middle of the night
right next to you
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness