Sleeping Beauty
Dawn is coming, biting all the chocolate of the nightI feel I'm so sick of dreaming, dreams just rain on me and dry
Every night instead of sleeping I'll reach out and touch the sky
I'll leave fingerprints all over every cloud, I'll make them mine.
Still untouched by me, this foam of clouds keeps swallowing the stars,
Traps them tangled up in smoke like they're giant sky cigars,
I could be a star myself, one of the brightest on display
But I have always been too shy to pierce the dark with my own rays.
Well, in fact, I think you always had a lot more light than me
See, I've got my own small candle but it's just for you to see
Could you take the form of vapour, that would be the air I need
If you melted, I would mix you with my blood and never bleed.
I will leave the curtains cracked so you can see my window's light,
Realize I'm not asleep and maybe then you'd wonder why,
You'll come round and ask a question, "Do you want a lullaby?"
And I'll sigh, "I'm sick of dreaming!...I want something REAL this time".
Poetry by Valerija
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Written on 2007-04-29 at 02:27
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