P O E S Í A

nameless IV

I spend hours through the night staring at your picture

and listening to songs that remind me of you.

Bright lights, dark feelings

I can't help that those nights always make me feel blue.

And I try to hear your voice inside each of those songs;

try to imagine the one reaching out is you,

yet I can't because

who could talk the same beautiful ways as you do?

But sometimes I think it's you that I hear

and that's when my heart skips a beat.

That's when my sould gets filled with fear

and I kinda explode into heat.

I'm a dreamer. Reality scares me.

Reality is hard to handle.

I'm a dreamer, so never can I be.

When will your perfect imperfection,

this beauty from inside my dreams,

become my reality?

[2017]