Sep 15

Reflections on the week

life is tough but I am stronger
pressure builds but I'll last longer
faces masked show tired eyes
monotone a great disguise
pen ink spills on tired pages
fingers stretched across barren cages
warm hands and heart, a new beginning
life's a race let's say I'm winning
as time floats into nonexistence
I reach for you but you choose distance
the words stuck fast in my sleepy throat
pavement, curls, a scrawled out note
and just maybe someday you'll comprehend
how much I love the time we spend
you deal out compliments like they're drugs
please god just come give me a hug

About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway