The word's end

Sometimes, here at the word's end

find myself repeatedly thinking of you

the verses written, the sentences I bend

they were my thoughts recorded all true

some days when I think out loud, my thoughts sidetracked

my mind begins to wander, it wonders

are you sat alone, looking at your phone, wishing for me to contact

pace my room, too scared to presume, sit on my hands and ponder

days where the sounds wont connect, my pen fallen silent again

think of your face, the joy, the smile you embrace

sends a jolt to my thoughts, the word flow established, right then

heart opens, finds its rhythm and begins to race

those hours of darkness, in my room, lay all alone, thoughts in my head

the words cant be read, they give me away, reflect on my state, how can i address

my wish for you here, this lonely bed

to stroke your hair, live without fear or regrets

those lonely nights, a struggle with fright, a fight in time i may win

the pages written forever hidden, not to see the light of day

they are just for me, to centre my view, to help when the day begins

alone, once again, i can read, and dream away

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.