Her hair curling gently around her face
Her quirky half smile
Her true beauty shining through
In such a simple, still frame
I see her every morning when I wake up
I kiss her goodnight
I tell her my troubles,
And sometimes, she makes them worse
I thumb the edge woefully
Longing for her to spring to life
Hissing silently when I prick my finger,
I put it back, turn, and leave.
I will never understand why
People tell me it’s not something worth loving
Sometimes I believe them, sometimes I don’t
Funny how the heart can be deceiving
But tonight will be different
It will be with my long forgotten dreams
For no matter how much I hope, long and pray
I know that she is miles away.
