The Warm Gaze of Our Days

I sleep through the days,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming of your warm gaze.

Without you my sight will haze,
As the sheets stain red with the blood I drew.
I sleep through the days.

Life does not faze,
And so I sleep, in a bed meant for two,
Dreaming of your warm gaze.
</br> I fail to find you in the maze,
The maze whose entry I rue,
I sleep through the days.

I spend my time thinking of the ways,
The ways our love could’ve struck true.
I sleep through the days,
Dreaming of your warm gaze.