The chill outside is only slightly warmer than my heart tonight.
It rains..
And I'm left wondering if I should try to sleep or make out patterns that light has drawn in my room?
I can see a faint dog, that could also be a broken piece of cloud slowly merging into a triangular shadow.
Midnight matinee on my walls. The hero is amiss however.. I've only to shut my eyes to be rescued by him.. to be saved from sleeping from sleeplessness. Starring in my irises, an image that's a kaleidoscope of fantasies. I pick and choose, and let myself be loved.
Tonight, like all nights I'm yours.
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