Insomniac
As I lay here unable to sleep,
Everything moves slowly.
My thoughts are blurred but my feelings are clear.
Thinking...
Meditating...
Pondering...
About You.
Wondering are your dreaming about me.
I'm sleepless and somewhat delusional.
I'm such an Insomniac,
For You, my Dear
My Love.
It's 2:59 a.m...almost late...almost out of time.
Tossing and turning, you linger on my mind.
I fear falling asleep because there's no guarantee I'll dream about you.
So why sleep when I can just continue to think about you.
How is it that my disease is also my cure?
It's You, the One I adore.
It always will be,
There's no need to heal me.
An Insomniac for you, is what I'll continue to be.
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