Iain S. Thomas

While You Sleep

In Uncategorized on August 16, 2013 at 2:21 pm

The big wooden heart
We keep in the hallway
Fell over and made the loudest noise
And I cried

I was dreaming
I was driving down the highway
With the top down
And each bump in the road
Was a kick drum
And I was without you
And it felt like I was
Covered in flames

I woke up
When the wooden heart fell
And had a shower
And the post-it notes
You left on the mirror
Like leaves in a river

Wake up and come home
I want to tell you
It’ll all be ok

You’re the only one I’ve told
Why I can’t tell anyone

    • I want to come home. I’m tired. I don’t want to go to NY. I accept myself for all that I am.

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