Warnings: you might feel called out by this poem lol
"May I hold you close, my dear?"
I whispered softly in his ear
He huffed a quiet, muffled sigh
But nonetheless he pulled me near
"Why did you run away, my love?"
He murmured softly in the night
"I thought you would be here sooner,
Once the day had lost its light."
"I planned to see you sooner, yes,
But there was much to do and see."
I winced at his expression knowing
He was not happy with me
"You tell me that you love me but
You always choose to run away.
As soon as something better comes
You don't give me the dark of day."
"That is fair, and you are right."
I confessed into his chest
"But we both know why it is
I choose to silently protest.
There's so many things to live,
But not time to do it all,
And so I stretch it best I can,
Because the lives we live are small.
So while I love you very much
I won't waste time on counting sheep—
I will still act until I drop
And then, at last, I'll greet you, Sleep."
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
