poetry. again.
That's something that came to my mind in the middle of the night, I woke up and had that in my mind. Just wanted to write it down. So.
I don't even know what kind of thing it is (poetry?) and how I could call it. ^.^
Enveloped
from darkness and coldness,
trying to warm myself
with thoughts of you,
trying
to get a hold on myself.
Hoping
that sleep will soon
claim my wandering mind.
But it's keeping its fast paced circle,
making me wonder
if I ever can forget,
or if I want to forget, even.
Cold fingers reaching for my aching heart,
making me shiver from inside.
Wanting to feel you,
to make me feel better.
Desperately longing to feel your arms
wrapped around me again,
hugging me tightly,
making me able to feel your heartbeat.
Because
only your heartbeat
will make me feel alive again.
It will make the pain
and the darkness
and the coldness
go away again.
And I'm waiting,
and hoping,
my sore eyes craving for your sight.