Love is sweet with a tinge of bitter.
nobody told me,
that loving someone could be so mentally exhaustive.
is it because the fact that its unrequited,
will power seeping out of my heart,
(is it bound to you?)
insomnia , my love?
let me sing you a lullaby,
and watch every breath you take as you sleep, my angel.
counting the hours till i get to see your eyes again.
(i would stay up all night)
much as i would want to hold your hand in mine,
and as the sun sets, when you are cold, i would cuddle up with you,
as we watch the sun set, and as the dim moon light shines on us,
i will hold you tight.
(but that’d never happen.)