Insomnia
During the darkest hours of night, I feel you.
Softly caressing my skin. The sensation isn't physical. I just FEEL it.
Comforting me.
Giving me strength.
Giving me reason.
Giving me something to cling to.
I won't sleep. I can't. I don't want to. Without the darkest hours of night ~ without you~ I would crumble.
So each night, I lie awake, waiting for that moment....when you gently wrap your wings around me and carry me through existence.
For as long as you hold me ~
I will not let go
Softly caressing my skin. The sensation isn't physical. I just FEEL it.
Comforting me.
Giving me strength.
Giving me reason.
Giving me something to cling to.
I won't sleep. I can't. I don't want to. Without the darkest hours of night ~ without you~ I would crumble.
So each night, I lie awake, waiting for that moment....when you gently wrap your wings around me and carry me through existence.
For as long as you hold me ~
I will not let go
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