The clock is ticking
12:24
12:25
12:26
The moonlet her face
Giving shine to her hair
Her breathing could be heard
She was lost
Lost in her past
Lost in her future
Presently, she never
Heard of it before
They sleep so that
They could dream
She slept so that
She could escape
From everywhere
Him appearing
in her dreams
Was magical
Now they're just
Nightmares
She was scared
To dream
Scared of him
Lying flat
On her bed
With hands
On either side
Kept her eyes
Open
Not wanting to dream
Because she missed him
She wanted the sun
To come up and
To force her out
12:28
12:28
12:28
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Conversations With My Heart | ✓ #wattys2018
PoetryEach night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy...
