#fayren

Merry belongs to @angy-cat

I'm up at 2:05 in the morning, Waiting for words that won't come Just like the sleep that I need. Sleep that is gone because not too long ago You told me hello, you told me goodnight And sweet dreams and when your head leans Against my shoulder it means that you're comfortable Within my arms, and the scars and the harms That have been inflicted remain but are calm. When the palm of your hand is the balm of my heart And the smile on your face is what occupies its space I write until 2:22 in the morning, Mourning a loss whose cost has been embossed On my soul which is lost, and with my heart that is crossed And my hope to die, a thousand needles in my eye I plead on my knees to a God that won't heed what I need. That's you, the you that you don't see - the you that is to me The easiest to view, the easiest to see, the easiest to breathe At 2:39 in the morning while I'm awake dreaming Of the meaning of us meeting, of both our hearts beating And chests with heavy breathing, a sunset smile gleaming, And sky blue eyes beaming, those eyes that seem to see me. They make me want to be me, it's like they want to teach me It's like they want to reach me, its like they want to breach me. Dive behind my own and remind your heart what's known - Deeper than to bone, the feelings that have grown And the love that has been shown will never be alone. So at 3:04 in the morning, I hope for a goodnight As I end what I write and recite one more time - "so I'll blow on the embers beneath rain soaked wood In the middle of a storm until fire catches."

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