Late at night you lay awake
wandering in your head
Got no direction but got a destination
Only him
Struggling to break the trance
You're trying to contemplate the chance
Whether to jump
But this road has a speed bump
You don't get to choose
You don't get to muse
You just fall
Late at night you lay awake
The colour of eyes so deep flashing before your face
Like an artist, for the first time,
You have it imprinted in your mind
You hate the way you feel
But love it because it's so real
Wandering, you get lost
Only to be found by him
-Dawn Wesson
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They Say It's Love #Wattys2017
PoetryA Collection of Poems. Tried to be themed around love. It's like a journey. From the first fall till the last. Come, come love. We never really get what it is. But they say it's love. Dawn Wesson 2015
