(no subject)
most mornings come all too quickly,
and the time between resting and rising hits me as hard as the droning of that dreadful alarm clock
yet some are much simpler
despite the fact that sleep has never come very easily for me
i used to wear my heart on my sleeve,
not it rests in the crook off my arm, opposite the elbow
tucked away tight under sweaters,
safe from wintry winds
this bed feels too big for me tonight, there is an apparent emptiness in me
the space in-between my arms might span miles is measured correctly
and i would tuck you in(between) these sheets (and me), safe and sound
but i can't tell you how i feel,
my tongue is as twisted as the covers are after endless nights of restless sleep
and the time between resting and rising hits me as hard as the droning of that dreadful alarm clock
yet some are much simpler
despite the fact that sleep has never come very easily for me
i used to wear my heart on my sleeve,
not it rests in the crook off my arm, opposite the elbow
tucked away tight under sweaters,
safe from wintry winds
this bed feels too big for me tonight, there is an apparent emptiness in me
the space in-between my arms might span miles is measured correctly
and i would tuck you in(between) these sheets (and me), safe and sound
but i can't tell you how i feel,
my tongue is as twisted as the covers are after endless nights of restless sleep