Aug 31

Wake me up

My hand reached 
To bearly touch the surface of the moon
An endless sleep full of dreams
That I wish would come true.

Floods of memories
I cannot seem to piece together
Broken fragments of laughter,
Crying in maybe a stranger's arms.

My legs used to be able to run forever 
Through the harsh world
Cuts and scrapes were always healed 
By someone's hands.

So close and so far
I cannot open my eyes
Calling for help with no voice leaves me helpless
So please, my lost love,
wake me up.