Tention fill the air
as we both lay awake in bed
staring at the ceiling
thinking about what eachother has said
I don't turn my eyes
and neither does he
wondering if we've been living in lies
if we were really meant to be
optimism is dying fast
our hearts turn hard and cold
how much longer will the night last
this insomnia is getting old
Too many ciggarettes and a few too many drinks
heart racing, I'm stuck here pacing
wondering myself sick about what he thinks
I've been down this road before
and though this front is hard to keep
instead of losing him
I guess I'll just keep losing sleep...
Author notes
Hmmm... I think this one is pretty self explanatory.
Comments
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this left me feeling..
very sad..i hate you have a situation where you are made to put on 'airs' for whatever the reasons may be..been there, know that..on the otherhand a great piece of writing my friend, and welcome back..it's been awhile..
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