insomnia shakes my troubled mind..
a sneaky memory of your touch lingering, fingering
my hair and intertwined with the lines of my
hands and if I dream hard enough
can I call you to reality?
Constant vigilance from viscous eyes
watching for the end
of a lover's sigh.. but can
they ever really take that breath away?
It was never theirs to give in the first place...
Rocked to the rhythm of turmoil
and lullabied by the strain of serenity
that comes to mind when you're in
the forefront of the times..
you make me blind.
so why won't you let me close my eyes and call it a night?
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