Late Nights
Late nights i'm up stressing
These nights seem to drag until the early morning dawn
When im not speaking to you.
When you're on other line it's like the early morning dawn comes too soon.
I haven't felt a damn thing but when I came across you it was like a head on collision I could not avoid.
These walls I built around myself came falling down.
Like the way the waves meet the shore these built up feelings cannot be diverted.
Your mind is a beautiful place in which I wish to not visit but live.
Your thoughts are like my most prized possession, I will treasure.
I'll look in to your eyes and that's when i'll see my future.
Copyright © Catherine Oconnor | Year Posted 2016
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