03-10-2018, 04:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-10-2018, 04:17 PM by CPsSecretLover.)
The clock ticks to 12 am
Sleep may find me, peace will not
I cannot find you
An elusive wind blows
Directly atop my forehead
I wish it to be your breath but, alas
The roar of the city on the street
No sweet lullaby to soothe me
I cannot hear you
Hark, a sweet smell I sense
That of vanilla, a sweet fragrance
But it is too artificial to be as I hoped
In these darkest moments of despair
I wonder what I have done wrong
I ask if I’m truly meant to be your love
But then a gentle caress I feel
I can hear a sweet voice and smell perfume
And I know that we are in love
Sleep may find me, peace will not
I cannot find you
An elusive wind blows
Directly atop my forehead
I wish it to be your breath but, alas
The roar of the city on the street
No sweet lullaby to soothe me
I cannot hear you
Hark, a sweet smell I sense
That of vanilla, a sweet fragrance
But it is too artificial to be as I hoped
In these darkest moments of despair
I wonder what I have done wrong
I ask if I’m truly meant to be your love
But then a gentle caress I feel
I can hear a sweet voice and smell perfume
And I know that we are in love