Hearing Her Whispers In The Night. - Poem by Beating Tree
As the sun rises in the east, we lay in the west.
You believe I am not dreaming sweat dreams.
As the dogs bark to eachother the tales of beast, we have no interest.
You believe I am not hearing what is there to be heard.
As the covers block insects from a feast, we are safe from pest.
You believe I am not fealing loving feelings.
As the world becomes noisy in the east, we let silence stalk the west.
You believe I am not abusing what trust has to be abused.
As you believe I am sleeping, we are both hearing your heart felt whispers of me who you love the best.
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