I Tried But Now Im Tired.
Every dream is not meant to be remembered
But my dream of you I could never forget.
Searching for your light through the darkness
For the slightest traces of your flawless silhouette.
A glimpse of the most perfect lips inebriates
My soul feeling I won't survive without your kiss.
You give my every breath purpose and desire
For the warmth of your fire in your eyes my spirit is lit.
This poem is about:
Me