Graveyard Thoughts
I'm sure she doesn't know I watch her sleep.
The way her cheeks caress the pillow ever so gently.
Mimicry of a baby sleeping in its crib.
An adorable scene to admire
and I practice admiration diligently.
I bet she never feels my lips
as I gently kiss her on the cheek every night.
When my lips make contact with her,
I swear I hear chimes echo far and beyond.
Hard to resist the temptation
and I never even put up an effort to fight the feeling.
I just let go and allow myself to fall deeper.
When she lays her head on my chest,
she sleeps peacefully to the melody of my heartbeat.
Drawing me in even closer to her heart.
I wonder if she ever feels me gazing at her at random moments.
Sometimes I get lost in the masterpiece portrait of her beauty.
I don't know if I ever told her that her original appearance was unblemished
except for when makeup distorted the image.
Through her flaws she's still flawless beyond the indiscretions.
Only because I love her enough to ignore the imperfections.
I don't know if I ever told her any of those things
or if I told her enough for her to remember them.
But as life goes on, its one promise of death follows in close distance.
Lurking like a shadow on a sunny day.
Waiting for dusk to sweep its victim into eternal rest.
She became engulfed in the darkness.
And now there's nothing I can do to bring her sunny skies.
Copyright © M.N.I.W M.N.I.W | Year Posted 2015
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