Answer:
Staring at my screen
Glasses off, my eyes hurt
cant see my keyboard in the dark
but my fingers know the way
backache taking me over,
heartache blanketing my soul,
headache, as always,
here for a sleepover
wishing we could start over
sinking in my pillow
and allowing the water in my eyes
to evaporate, as i thinketh
the thoughts, and wonder
whether its me thinking
the thoughts or the
thoughts thinking me
the absurdity, like all nights
consumes me and i
recollect, yet again
the smell of your perfume
the sound of your tears,
the details of your face,
when you smile,
the tingles in your voice,
when you call my name
the taste of ecstasy
in your mouth when you
sing my favorite songs
the emotion in your skin
when it brushes through mine
and as the thoughts thinketh me,
reminiscence tells me,
we all have our poisons
and you, are mine
Explanation:
And scene
