Weary

In my dreams we are golden and new.
When I wake I am not next to you.
Each night I replay it all in my head
and grow weary from all that I did.

In my dreams you’re a radiant light.
When I wake just the darkness of night.
Each new day, an unquestionable truth,
that I’ll get weary thinking of you.

Advertisements

One thought on “Weary”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s