There is a little boy sleeping in the next room.
and can you imagine the dreams his head holds!?
Can you imagine?
dreams, worlds, possibilities?
We may never know
and he may never understand.
and I may only assume.
But the world I take over
once his eyes close.
He will never know
and eventually he will understand
Once his eyes close both our worlds
open up and change.
That little boy sleeping.
He curls up packaged with a Sid or Elmo doll,
and OH the dolls I curl up with.
Two bed time stories to end it all.
though he tries talking me into more.
later I will be talking them out of less.
he wakes up early morning shouting for me,
reminds me of previous shouting
their yearning to breath.
Whatever I could dream for or desire,
I have right here
and our future burns like fire!
Why do I fail to see,
the times when I waste
without my little half next to me?
Those lies, 'do not trust anyone',
I know that I can wake up
and his truth speaks so loudly!
Why must I waste me time TRYING
When I have the truth right in front of me?