Somethings compels me to live in the night
to be normal in their eyes
how I wish I could
But the shade wraps me so tight
dragging me back to watch the fireflies
and it feels good
The serenity of moments in the dark
keep a man from the open eye
they don't know what I do
I run to the angels that hark
for they only know why
maybe someday I will too
I conflict with the lives that are beside me
for I do not please what they oblige
could they even understand?
I look to the air that guides me
open to it's pure skies
I'm putting it all in gods hands
I hate that I can never sleep like the rest of the world
but I love to be alone
so says the hopeless romantic
I think it would be easy if I were to find a girl
call her my home
My mind would be less frantic
For these arms are empty
these arms need to hold
so I can rest
Feel her gently
no longer cold
slow down my breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem