I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Constantly the thoughts of you

Wake me till the witching hour.

When all that remains are contortions

Of the way I cower

When you look at me.

Your hand on my leg

Mine on yours, we drive

All I wish is to beg

Through all of this I strive

Just to be in your heart.

In this sleepless hour of darkness,

The silence controls our future.

Through my mind runs, I am powerless

Yet all I can do is endure

As these possibilities bring insomnia.

All I want is to be with you

In your car forever driving

To nowhere and everywhere under

Blue sky alone with you striving

To remain with only you.

© 2019 Wendy Engela