I rub my head against the pillow,
loving you was all I did.
My eyes staind,
with what was seen,
this night.
Teeth are cleaned,
face is stripped of all cover ups,
mascaras,
lip sticks.
But still the look in my eyes remains.
All I wanna do is sleep,
I wish I could remain in my own slumber forever.
I sleep to dream,
to get lost in my own surreal poetry.
But still your face somehow shows up,
in all that has captivated,
your eyes hold the key.
