Distract Me From My Daydreams

He lies on the bed and gazes with crystal eyes of empathy

God I love Shakespreare

Dark hair like vibrant night makes a glorious shining halo

The door has shut on my chaotic thoughts

Long, thin fingers the color of warm sand are never still

I always wanted a scarlet room

His soft smiling lips move, but the sound is stolen away

It's cold on my side of the bed

He never moves, never reaches over, so achingly close

I can never touch him