sighs sit soft
like white sheets in winter
I wait,
you wait
for a moment, I swear I can see the thoughts
crawling out of your head,
but it's just a shift in the shadows
you wait,
I wait
your eyes are tired like pillows -
I want to stroke your hair
until dreams drizzle your eyelids
and your face doesn't fight
expression
the way it does
when you're awake
I wait
I wait
YOU ARE READING
To Be Determined
PoetryBook 4 of seemingly endless poetry (or should I say possibilities?) Some poems are real life, some are not. Think before you assume.
