Night wanders

It is when I cannot sleep

That is when I weep

Compelling thoughts I’ve never shared

Secrets I cannot bare

In the silence of the night

The cool dark air

Waiting for the coming dawn

I whisper my truths to the room

A feeling of freedom, a feeling of grief

Spilling it all out, like a jar full of beads that just hit the ground

I know I am alone, in the darkness I’m home

Yet I fear someone is around

How quiet the world and soft the noise

Street lights spilling into the room

Casting shadows through the window pane

It’s not a starlit night yet there isn’t a cloud in sight

A peculiar time, wrapped up in this head of mine

-Mid

Canvas love

Well, my love, I could stare at you all day

Paint your portrait on my canvas so blindingly white

Cover it in colors so vibrant, so soft

Soft to the touch, like your lips

Your lips so pink they compliment your eyes so blue

Eyes that make my soul melt into you

Yet I’d have to craft a way to showcase your mind

So brilliant and unique, how do you paint a mind on a canvas too small

Too small to portray all the things I’d want to convey

How beautiful your soul and enticing your mind

I find I’m at a loss of words, why you’ve got me tied up in a bind

A bind I’d rather not undo because I simply can’t get enough of you

-Mid

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