© photo by michelle bryant
lying here i dream of you
engulfed in thought, my mind’s consumed
emotions shift from alive to gloom –
and then i start to cry.
staring at the ceiling too
doubting that dreams can come true
thinking life can’t get more blue
and then i ask – “why?”
what is it about touch
that makes mi need it so much?
yet inside i know – i can’t rush
so i just stay here alone…
lying here – i’m all alone
engulfed in thoughts that are all my own
hugging my pillow in my new little home
and so i try to sleep.
lying here i lie awake
it’s the time of day [that] my soul hates
my mind runs wild with dreams of fate.
sleep never seems to come.
the sun rises but i am beat
can’t seem to make it to my feet
got a smile though for the people i’ll meet
but inside i want to cry.
…(and so the day starts – all over again)
© michelle bryant