I am afraid

I am afraid,
          to wake up,
           tomorrow morning,
           not able to claim you are mine.

The right to stroke your hairs,
looking to the very eyes I had known my world,
the sincerest love I could have given.

To whisper your heart, if I leave, I die,
for every single breath I had awaken,
was to rule our small dream together.

I am afraid,
            to wake up,
            this morning.

When I,
looking up,
the sun shades all hopes,
the dew, coldly greeting me and my false oath,
a joy, a jaded dream, of ours.

FK
28122016