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soul mate insomnia
so desperately obvious
i concure
my constant inspiration
a shining orb of light
don't call me a star
you've got nothing on me anymore
i've spent my last few hours
leaving nothing to the imagination
and i want to finish this sentence
a better way then it was started
with a changing season
a life unfolded
and reconfigured
into something...
better
simply enough
if i could do anything
i would change my name
to be like yours
and hope you'd understand
i was never built to
sleep alone
you were made to fit here
next to me
your arms were meant
to keep me safe (and warm)
i'm supposed to sleep
similing
you had it in mind
so did i
the first time i will ever sleep
will be my first night
spent
sleeping
with
you
terribly romantic
i concure
i've been up for 19 years
waiting for you
to
come
to
bed
wonderfully lonely
i'm saving the best sleep
for the feeling of you
encircling me
it's getting late
but i've got years to wait
these tired eyes won't rest
until they rest
on
you
That's an interesting perspective on sleeping. I think I was meant to sleep alone though.
This poem really speaks to me. The ending: "these tired eyes won't rest until they rest on you" is such a powerful description of the emotions! Great poem!
wonderfully lonely
Of all the lines in this poem, I like that the best. I'm not sure why. Is it even an oxymoron? I don't know it just.. stood out to me. A lot.