PoemsOnHold

 My mind feels hazy In hold of a trance It's just your memories Of me holding your hands I wanna sleep bare  With you by my side But do I have an option? It's the end of a night You notice I've gone quiet My eyes don't meet yours You ask and I say My mind is in wars I already miss your touch Your smile And I'm not out the door yet But it feels like a mile Oh how I crave you I'm in a state of despair But all I know for now Is it'll all happen again

 Wrote a book about us It seemed well versed, A fairytale to tell my kids It was all unrehearsed. I let my pen flow through  And my mind began to race, Took me to places Where I saw a child in your face. You'd prance around holding my hand And kiss it any chance you got, Then yours began to shake  Because of the nervousness it brought. Your smiles, your frowns Were visible in my script, And as my pages filled  I felt a rush of fits. Cause I stayed up for nights As my fingers went numb, But the stories had no end And I still had more fingers and thumbs. I reached where I was too scared to go on And left a blank page, just to be fair, For I knew the beginning and the end And yet, I still seemed to dare.