Sleeping with you and i'm at my most ugly state.
Backs turned towards from each others, cant feel you or see your face,
But I still feel so close to you.
Though we are far we are connected.
I'm not even sleeping but you are,
And I'm being hopeful of something that's not mine.
Praying one day you'll turn your back away from me,
Allowing me to see your face.
Look me dead in the eyes, and wake up the same way.
Manifesting waking up with you, not next to you.
Manifesting that i can hear your laughter when i tickle you,
And i'm allowed to touch you,
Instead of being scared to want you.
A forbidden love,
Bound by the weight of the world.
Bound by a gun, means of torture,
A love like anyone else's.
2 human hearts undeserving,
Bound by me and my secluded manifestations.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
