Before We Sleep
I wonder who keeps you wide awake
amidst this freezing November night
I wonder who keeps you up so late
Is she worth for you to tire those eyes?
Oh, how sweet her words could be
for you to ignore the taste of mine
Is she a better metaphor for your piece
that you even look away from my rhymes?
I wonder what keeps you away from sleep
under the blue skies and the midnight sun
are you up with the thoughts of another "she"
or are you just like me dreading for the "us"
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
