I Write At Night

Yep, it's true. I really do
Write at night
Or early morn but still,
It's night to me.

I really should go to sleep
Now.

I went to so many countries

That I can barely remember
Sights, people and food food food!
19 countries in the blink of an eye
But still, all I see is her
As near as now
As distant as never was.
It doesn't stop.
I haven't been able to shake the sadness and I wonder if I ever will.
I need to... For me. I need to.

Now there is a brilliant angel
Who came to me and told me to let go
And fly.
She speaks to me every day.
She tells me I am beautiful and says so with such love and sincerity.
I do smile when I hear that!
Honesty and love, love, love!

I gave my heart to a liar,
a cheat who wears the disguise of innocence.
A soul who only sees and worships itself and cannot love
but only covet fantasy and misunderstood empowerment.

I must let go.
Time to go.
The angel is here.
She is everywhere
And bathes me with love and hope.

Goodbye my cherished little liar.
Time to fly...

The End

Comes quick
And unexpected.
Surprise!
You knew but would rather not
Detect it.
It's over.
All gone.
Goodbye sweetest dream.
Goodbye sweetest love.
Settle in.
Here comes sadness.