Sleepless :: Winterheart :: Original Poetry

Sleepless

Restless;
a fitful sleep last night;
dreaming of you
just out of reach,
nothing feels right.

Awake;
night fills with sorrow;
I feel myself slipping
from inside your heart.
Will it hold any part come tomorrow?

Desire;
what we want is the same;
to love openly, love honestly,
with no fear of treason.
So who's to blame?

Misunderstood;
obstacles of understanding,
past betrayals, heavy scars.
Purest feelings thought a game;
mistaken for being demanding.

Sleepless;
waiting for the words
that make wrongs into rights;
my heavy heart becomes weary,
and though this dawn
sees not love's light;

for just one chance tomorrow's will,
I'd spend a million sleepless nights.