random writing/poetry

Spiteful dreams torture me of late

I dream of being in love

of having love

of making love

I dream of happy days on some distant date

then after seeming hours in that blissful state

my wretched dreams leave me

to wake in this pitiful world, alone



I pray for sad, frightful dreams

so even though you're not with me

I can still look forward to the morning



I pray for sad, frightening dreams

just so I know that waking up without you

is still better than not waking up at all



Sighing the sigh that only lovers sigh

I stroke your tender cheek

the beauty of your face in unparalleled

I have yet to explore your lips or your eyes



running my fingers through your hair

I pull you closer to me



I want to write about love

but how can you put your soul on paper

how can you translate it into words

love deserves more than mortal tongues can speak

more than an artist's brush or a poets pen can conceive



my pain is nothing

my loss is small

my complaint is selfish

compared to all



the wound I have

is not deep

it does not bleed

I do not weep



I turn to you

but you're not there

you were in my mind

you do not care



I can not blame you

you didn't know

I didn't ask

you not to go