My days are your nights
When I fall asleep
You awake
While I am wrapped up
From the cold
You are warm
I read your words
And you read mine
We are worlds away
But very near
❤️
I saw your baby girl today
Playing in the park
With her sparkling eyes
And dimpling smile
An echo of you
The pain surging through me
Cruelly reminded me
How far away I am
From being over you
I woke up
Alone and cold
With the torment
Of your eyes
Appealing to my
Unguarded senses
No escape
Even in the dead
Of the night
The feelings simmer as
Words begin to bubble
Mixing as they begin
To boil, the tension rises
Heat gets hotter
Rushing quicker, faster
Pressure building –
Boiling point
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flip Flop.”
Flip flop
Hip hop
When you want to
Kiss me, I will not
Allow it
When I want to
Love you, you will not
Allow it
When you want to
When I want to
We will both
Allow it
Flip flop
Hip hop
*playing with words*