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