It is nearing midnight
but I am unable to catch sleep.
She runs away from me,
even steps and easy breaths
while on the other hand,
I sprint,
trip,
fall,
my breaths
short
and
labored.
Every night,
it's an ongoing challenge
that I would much rather avoid
but every night,
over and over,
I give it my all
and
fail to catch her every time.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Starry night skies (completed)
PoesiaUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
