Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Trouble Sleeping

There are days 
when my fingers could never
move fast enough,
to keep up with the thoughts
spilling out of my head,
as they march in beat
with my fretful heart,
keeping me wide awake
while the city sleeps .
Yet there are days too,
when all I wanted to do
was to lie on the grass
and just keep my head clear.
To watch the stars 
slowly make their way
across the sky,
until they meet up
with the sun
somewhere deep on the horizon,
while the sound 
of your breathing
and the easy way you 
hold me in your arms,
act like a balm to my soul.


It's late and I'm feeling so tired
Having trouble sleeping.
This constant compromise
Between thinking and breathing.

Could it be I'm suffering
Because I'll never give in?
Won't say that I'm falling in love
Tell me I don't seem myself
Couldn't I blame something else?
Just don't say I'm falling in love

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