Call Me

If love wasn't blind, tonight would be different

And I wouldn't ask you for voice notes just so

I can fool my brain to feel at home which is but

A synonym for the warmth of your voice.

If love wasn't blind, tonight would've ended with

A "goodnight baby!" and I wouldn't be staring at

The ceiling wondering how is it morning already.

The same morning that you'll not greet me

Because you're an early bird, already all-ready

To start your day, while I've been gambling with

Sleep for hours, but my dice never shows eight.

So tonight is the same, I'll try to fall asleep hoping

I don't wake up because my mind is a little too good

At not being good enough for my own well-being.

If your love wasn't blind, you would see how my

Time is ticking and how this poem is my last call,

My last attempt, to refuse the excuse of us not

Intertwining before I end up in a free fall.

I wish tonight would be different but I know

It wouldn't be and tomorrow is yet another day,

Another 24 hours of me trying to walk away