Teen Missing You Poem

Poem About Longing For Love

Hello! My name is Erica, and I'm a thirteen-year-old who has secretly been writing poetry since fourth grade. This is about how I am deeply passionate about someone I will never even meet, and if you have read any other poems you will know that I mention Finland a lot, because that is where he is from. This one is about how I love him so much that sometimes I can't even sleep. It's hard to love someone you can't have. I hope you like my poem "In The Longing for a Dream."

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In The Longing For A Dream

© more by Erica

Published: December 2017

It's four o' clock in Finland,
  And I know that you're asleep.
I know that you are dreaming, and
  If you're not, you're counting sheep.

I always get what I'm wanting
  But never what I seek.
There's a difference between what we can have
  And we can keep.

I turn to my left side
  Then I turn onto my right.
I wonder if you're struggling
  Like I do every night.

I close my eyes and picture you the
  Way I want you to seem.
A tear comes sliding down my face
  In the longing for a dream.

It lays its weary head down on my
  Pillow's fraying seam.
It lays its weary head down
  In the longing for a dream.

I can picture you so clearly
  Sleeping soundly in your bed.
The crickets lullaby you softly as
  The moon slides overhead.

The breeze knocks on your window
  While in your sleep you're gently breathing,
And beneath your warm blankets
  Your lovely heart is gently beating.

You nod your head slightly
  And soon again you're lying still.
The night cradles you in loving arms,
  And you know it always will.

Yes, it's four o' clock in Finland, and I
  Know that you're asleep.
Don't know what about, but you're dreaming,
  And if you're not, you're counting sheep.

Keep dreaming while you can, my love. Stay
  Safe and warm within your bed
For life is but another dream. Just
  Not inside your head...

I close my eyes and think of you.
  Maybe it's not as late as it seems.
A tear comes sliding down my face
  In the longing for a dream.

It lays its weary head down on my
  Pillow's fraying seam.
It lays its weary head down

  In the longing for a dream...

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