We shall watch the sun fight its last as it drowns into the abyss,
It's shall get cuts, and from them shall ooze the beautiful orange rays.
I shall hold your hand and upon my cheek you shall kiss,
And as I press your hand gently, I shall remember our best days.
In the cold cold night you will feel my embrace again,
You'll whisper, "I love you," before falling a sleep,
I shall dream with you where we shall toast to happiness with glasses of champagne.
In the morning we shall be awakened by little pretty fingers,
The prince shall demand for breakfast and the princes shall want to brush her teeth.
The perfection in this dream persistently lingers,
Its appearance like a bouquet of an immaculate wreath.
I want to hold on to it even if it means I'll bleed my last drop,
If I have to hear my heart beat its last I'll still hold on to you even then.
And I know you'll do the same because for a chance to be happy, you'll fight nonstop,
So why wake up from this dream if a beautiful love poem we can pen?
Why wake up to an expensive reality, when we can afford this dream so cheap?
Let's hold on to fantasy, let it last all the more.
I don't want to watch you leave to live with someone you'll never love.
I don't want to wake up with an aching head and a heart so sore.
I don't want to wake up at all, if am not waking up next to you...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
THE UNSURE STEP
PoesíaPoetry telling of doubts in relationship,,the feeling of not knowing if its better to let go or to go on, because of the unsureness of what tomorrow may. The insecurity of love,a love dilemma
