Broken

Wed, 01/31/2018 - 12:15 -- abdi211

Poetic at its finest. You can call me your highness. As I tried to sleep, can't get you off my mind. Thoughts in my head, so I try to stay awake. My nightmares are real, sleeping is a dream. Eyes closed with some broken feelings, but that light bulb in my head begins to gleam. Thoughts racing to no end. The sun is now rising ... and yet no sleep again. Birds sing songs of my heart, well I guess you can say broken heart. I mean what can I say it had things that I couldn't act on. Like my love and feelings for the one special girl whom I honestly loved. Look what's that dew on the ground? Oh sorry I forgot those are my tears and that's how it will start everyday from now on. I just want to sleep, but can't cause I'm cursed. 2 Am turns to 3 all because I wrote another verse. 

 

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