the night grows colder
I am too tired to sleep
Everything my life is right now
has created a constant stress
I can hear an owl outside my window
as the moonlight glare shines through
and I swear it sounds as if
he is calling me back to you
but I am tired
I am sick
I am cold
pathetic and weak
I fear even if you answered the phone
I would hardly be able to speak
my mind runs in circles
again and again with horrible things to come
my life unraveling before me now
you were it for me
your name written through
to the last pages of my book
the ink is dry
and all that I am is undone
Author notes
this must be at least a couple years old.... found it in a pile of junk today... thought I'd put it on here just because.
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