Seven Sheep

I can’t sleep when the white-eyed darkness states back.

And it always does.

They say to clear your head, think of what makes you happy.

I think of smiles, morning coffee, and four little tear drops fall.

So, what happens now, when I have nothing left to give.

But you still want everything, to take with you.

When you leave...

I am alone. Not yet.  

Two weeks, to make up for all that we lost.

Don’t hurt me, just break my heart.

Don’t love me, it’s only been two years.

But you did cry. So maybe love hurts.

Maybe it hurts me when you leave.

I don’t dream because I can’t decide what’s worse.

It takes two years to want to leave me.

He knows. He says he has to.

He tells me, to wait.

He will be back.

Trust is harder than forgiving.

I seem to do that a lot. Forgive you, forgive me…

Life doesn’t forgive me though.

For giving in to easily. For falling in love to fast…

I can’t tell the light from the darkness in my eyes.

Are my eyes open, is this world real?

I can’t see stars. Just you…

I have a lot of friends.

Who tell me when it’s over.

You? You want to leave?

I beg, but life doesn’t wait.

I can’t feel my fingers.

Seven sheep,  and a million tears.

I need more than a love song this time.

But first, let me sleep…