Sometimes I just get in the moment for writing and yet I haven had a major heart break or anything I can still write like I have.I have though know what it feels like to he lonely. Hope you enjoy.

Eyes

I sleep but I see your face
I open my eyes to the morning light
but I see your showdow across my bed

As I walked through the week
I’m empty, cold
but as I turn my head towards you
You eyes perice through mine

they take away the cold and empty
Leaving me with warmth and joy
But something is wrong and I can see it

I ask but you say nothing
you eyes…. there black holes
Sucking the warmth and joy

I sit in my bed
staring at nothing
feeling nothing

my vision is blurred
my face truns wet
yet somehow I can see your face trough it all

You look sad
Your beatful eyes flled with worry
strong arms pull me towards you
and I cry into your chest

but for all I know this is a dream
for when I wake up you are gone
an empty space next to me