Goodnight Goodnight

Waiting for the sun to rise only to have the urge to throw it back into the horizon,
because we are not allowed to meet under the light of sunshine.
Through the day I can just carry on,
waiting for the time that you can be all mine.

Episodes and hours passed by,
and suddenly I was greeted by the midnight moon light.
Ignoring the ache so it goes by,
I sneak into the blanket and turn off the light.

I close my eyes as I hold on to your note,
even then only your voice rings in my head.
The night is already dead,
cold inside this cote.

So good night, baby. Good night.
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Goodnight Goodnight

What Is It

Clanking my spoon mindlessly as I wait for my tea to steep,
all the sounds seem to pass through my sensory.
My brain is tired but my body refuses to sleep,
feels like my body is relentlessly burning energy.

What is it that I’m doing here?

The fairy lights twinkle its spark,
but the glow lights up none.
My brain is screaming to let it do its work,
but there is nothing to be done.

What is it that I’m doing here?

I went around asking everyone how they are,
I listen and listen just so I can cover up this hole.
I patch up the other’s scars,
hoping it helps them be whole.

But then what is it again that I’m doing here…?
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Because the more I patch their holes, the deeper my hole becomes.

What Is It

Sensations

No alcohol in my system but my heart is burning,
just a soft, gentle warmth from the fire.
No caffeine in my system but my heart is racing,
just a steady pace like a rolling tire.

Just a familiar sensation.

In the silence of the night I could hear everything.
Cars passing, hammers clanking, fan spinning.
People laughing, random knocking, my heart beating.
Well I was still alone, really, if anything.

Just a familiar sensation.

The soft warm blanket wrapped around my body.
Couldn’t even bother to make it tidy.
Staring at the blank ceiling.
Just quietly wishing for something.

Just a familiar sensation.

Winter is approaching and I am waiting,
but winter is coming slowly and it’s cold.
Now, really, what exactly am I waiting?
Probably waiting for the rest of my life, so I’ve been told.

Just a familiar sensation.

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Because the nights are getting colder.

Sensations

Dark Night

The night is cold and lonely,
the darkness makes it hard to see.
But there’s warmth when you’re within,
just as warm as the touch of your skin.

Quietly enveloping its arms around you,
wasn’t sure if you felt it too.
But the night does not even wonder,
because at your touch, it felt better.

I walk alone in the streets,
because I can’t stand being alone in the sheets.
The sheets that still smells of you,
and the scent that won’t go away too.

The night is getting colder,
never realised I’m getting older.
How many days since it has passed?
Feels like my mind is in the past.

I’m not the spotlight, I’m just a shadow,
always behind you to watch you grow.
So when you look back, I’ll always be there,
to keep you away from your nightmare.

A shadow who will never walk away,
A shadow who will never let you astray.
In the dark night I will hold you tight,
like a silent knight protecting you with all my might.

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Because I’m just a shadow.

Dark Night