I wake
In my bed, in the pool of drool
Awaken from dead sleep
Restlessness hang from my shoulders
I sigh.
Fighting to go back to sleep
I look at the clock
My alarm will not sound for awhile
I lay back; watching you
Unable to sleep
So I watch your chest rise and fall
You are so beautiful
I wish I could crawl into your dreams
I can't pinpoint the weirdness I feel;
The dislocation and confusion
But one thing I'm sure of-
I'm right where I want to be.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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