robinbloke | (no subject)

Though my tear-soaked minds eye
The face on every girls is yours
I had words
But they are just whispers, lost now
To the encyclopedia of feelings I can't express
Just held inside, so precious
The world is a hollow place
Of shadows, motion and silent dancers
Mouthing their words in faint echos to me
As I pass by in this dream without you
Awake as I am
Nothing seems real
Everything seems empty
A kaleidoscope of greys
When the only colour can be you
Silence beats inside my head
The sun rises and daylight fades
Moments tick away
Waiting