waking up

dreaming in hues

red, black and gray

tangled in sheets

wrapped up in you

–

then reality wakes

like tears streaming down her face

like playing with fire

and always ending up burned

–

pain is temporary though

after the fire consumes

spring beckons growth

and the burn heals

t i m e

the clock keeps ticking

the earth keeps spinning

and one day when

there’s been enough

you’ll hold me close

under the stars

and I’ll trust again

I can wait

now I know

that you exist.