Sleepless Dreamer

Third poem in the "rambling" series.

Be the hot breath ghosting over my neck

Be the tender fingers tangling in my hair

Be the arms like a cage trapping me

Be the eyes smiling with gorgeousness

Be the lava flowing, filling my emptiness

Be the voice making the warmest sound

Yet, be the dream that I’d love to hold a little longer

You’re close enough to fantasize

And far enough to be imagination.

All my crushes were so different

They were perfection in my mind;

While you’re what I call addiction.

Another night is another chance

To dream of you in any ways I wish.

Then wake up to find out

You're not my puzzle piece

And I'm no longer a kid

My friends say I’m a dreamer

So what if I could be sleepless

Until the end of time ?

Would all my dreams come true ?

Would you come true ?

Or it’s just a way of talking

To survive without dreaming ?

Author's Note

I wrote this poem for someone I had lots of feelings for last year. It belongs to a series I name "rambling" including 4 poems. English isn't my native language, and although I've learned it for 7 years, I've just tried writing poem recently, so constructive comments are very much welcome.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

excellent write. sleepless until the end of time. great line.