24/06/20

How can one get through the night

with a Blinding sight 

on his mind?

She

leaves echoes of laughter on my pillow.

Trips of fantasies under my blankets.

Warm as ever, my heart is childish in pursuit of her.

She

leaves scandalous schemes on my pillow.

Passionate dreams projected on my pillow

to penetrate like no other.

She is her

and I am he

A man who needs a sense of fulfillment

by any means

Yet as it seems

The only answer presented by life

Is an incomplete completed work of art

That I vow to complete, looking up to the stars

She,

the one who keeps me up at night.

A sight so blinding to I

Tired of having she only on my mind

So maybe it's time 

To try bring she on by

To lie on my pillow

That has accompanied me through the nights

If I succeed, I conquer.

And if not?

Fuck it, I tried.