actress.

And the Oscar goes to. . . me?

when i wake up
i lie to myself
that you had woken up
earlier

and had already left to work
not wanting to wake me up
from my sweet dreams
that i wish were
reality

clinging desperately
to the cold pillow
imagining your scent
and hot coffee

i wear this
smile
like make-up
my lipstick still on your neck
if i don't wake up

Reviews

[sette]

so sad poem but hurt is still a part of how we live our life. Sometimes we just have to pretend that everything is fine although we know we are miserable and hurting inside. I like the content of the poem and no one should judge if we have played our role fully.

[Yahallo]

Agreed. Thanks a bunch!

[sette]

you are welcome