by xjennxoxportland, Oregon, USA
Jun 2011 207 Views 0 comments
sometimes...
I wake up in the morning.
A mess. Lost inside my dreams...
the pillows are thrown to the floor.
My sheets and blankets wrapped around me; my body.
Constraining:
I am awake.
Running my hands through my hair; the long curls gone.
I wake with no one's name on my lips to whisper.
I wake with no smile from a lost sweet memory.
Here... and yet still gone.
A mess. Lost inside my dreams...
the pillows are thrown to the floor.
My sheets and blankets wrapped around me; my body.
Constraining:
I am awake.
Running my hands through my hair; the long curls gone.
I wake with no one's name on my lips to whisper.
I wake with no smile from a lost sweet memory.
Here... and yet still gone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2011
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