Amanda Elizabeth | my life in black and white

I write you poems in my sleep,
Hold onto my heart for yours to keep,
Dredge deep into the core of my desires.
I play happy to pretend,
Waste their time with closed doors,
No opportunity is welcome from any of them.

I seclude myself from the outside,
Surrounded by souls, I can't see. .

I walk my way home.
Take the streets that are long,
I hope to find where to go. .
Or where to move on.

This time away from the one remains strong.