...awake...
this is insanity
staying up till morning cause i know
you'll call tomorrow
i need sleep
...awake...
but my body refuses to rest
i long to hear your voice
its never ending
this desire i have
...awake...
if only you would call
i know you can't
but why shouldn't i dream
of corse i know i can't
i'll never sleep again
not without you
...awake...
this is impossible
yet it's still true
i refuse to dream
...awake...
this dark moon
will bring no pleasure
not for me
i chose to haunt these weary halls
...awake...
and when you call tomorrow
my soul
might get some rest
but untill then
i lay
...awake...
Author notes
this is the kind of thing you write at 2:43 in the morning meaning it with all of your heart and then two days later go back and think it's the cornyest thing in the world...yet,somehow you mean it even more...to the one that i love deeply. you know who you are...
luv-(xoxoxoxoxo)
-§amantha-
BUT,MOMMMMM! IM NOT SLEEPY YET!!!!!!!! LOL
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Wow! This is exactly how I feel when I am waiting for Jason's call. And when I write a poem and reread it, I feel the same way. Do what Jason does when he writes a poem, he doesn't read it. Haha!
I wonder if he has ever wrote a poem about me. :-/
I love this poem by the way. I like the choppiness of it. Like one thought after another rushing in your mind. And the repeat of the word, "awake" is just classic. It's like you go through every thought and go back to the thought of sleeping.
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