Not beautiful,
exquisite.
That is her anytime
she decides to visit
me in my head,
head and heart
I can't sleep in bed.
Because why would i
when i could stay up
and think about her.
Coffee in my cup,
bags under my eyes.
My heart is hers,
but it is not wise.
As i have to leave soon,
away from here and her..
But to the moon,
i will speak, hoping
she'll hear him repeat
the words with which i was choking
at the throat
and hope she wont read
the words about her that i wrote.
-AW