My pillow feels harder tonight as if the cramps on my feet are not hard enough. A heavy tummy after savoring a plate of steak and some guilt, and this heart with some burdens of my own whims, sleep seems afar. I try to think of you but I only see that ‘look’ you gave me when I told you “I miss you”. I’m sure I sound absurd sitting right beside you and missing you. But I do. I long for your care: just a ‘look’ or a gentle touch is what I want. And when you do that, the pillow will seem soft, the cramps will be ignored, feel thin and sleep with that smile on my face. That smile you love.
You see, I’m as simple as that! And you still have the guts to call me complicated.
3 comments:
So u're in a situation of "so near yet so far" ? :p. Who's that person so dumb as to not perceive or reciprocate to your desires? hahaha.. At least, he should have given you a 'moov' or a balm to massage ur cramps.lol. Anyways, nice. Lately, ur poems, verses and the like have been revealing a lot about ur romantic side. U must be quite romantic. haha.. keep writing.
@ sedate
dude, am allowed to think anything during a sheep counting spree! and the romantic part--you are kidding me...you know me better than that. don't you? ohh! how I loved those yummy yummy pork you cooked. LOL!
Missy
Yeah,and i was giving u 'food for thought'to help u get rid of ur insomnia.lol. U liked my pork? What about treating u by "correspondence"?LOL.Or better still, u can use the 'yummy pork' as a counting sheep exercise. ; )
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