Sometimes
I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. I get it from my father.
He told me a story about his real kids, when they were children.
They used to pickpocket him while he was asleep.
My mother told one of her kids to get some money from Dad's wallet.
They refused because they said; "He's always watching us now..."
I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. I get it from my father.
Sure, it's not the same talent, but it's a working progress.
Sometimes when I am in my slumber, I get glimpses of the real world.
The room, the bed, the noises, the color of my pillow cases.
I managed to interpret them unto my coma.
Sometimes I wonder, if I put a picture of you next to my bed, maybe you'll come visit me as often as I want.
I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. It's scary, too, sometimes.
I worry about dreaming of you, because sometimes dreams can be scary.
Sometimes when I dream of you, you disappear.
I fear that since reality has sunk its teeth into my nightmares, that my nightmares will do the same to reality.
I have been humiliated a thousand times, but I endure, and I can still walk and never falter.
Those thoughts, though of you, makes me crawl in my own skin.
Because making plans, without you, is something I do not want anymore.
He told me a story about his real kids, when they were children.
They used to pickpocket him while he was asleep.
My mother told one of her kids to get some money from Dad's wallet.
They refused because they said; "He's always watching us now..."
I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. I get it from my father.
Sure, it's not the same talent, but it's a working progress.
Sometimes when I am in my slumber, I get glimpses of the real world.
The room, the bed, the noises, the color of my pillow cases.
I managed to interpret them unto my coma.
Sometimes I wonder, if I put a picture of you next to my bed, maybe you'll come visit me as often as I want.
I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. It's scary, too, sometimes.
I worry about dreaming of you, because sometimes dreams can be scary.
Sometimes when I dream of you, you disappear.
I fear that since reality has sunk its teeth into my nightmares, that my nightmares will do the same to reality.
I have been humiliated a thousand times, but I endure, and I can still walk and never falter.
Those thoughts, though of you, makes me crawl in my own skin.
Because making plans, without you, is something I do not want anymore.