My arms hurt like a thousand heart aches
My eyes burn like a thousand suns
Everyone's had at least 12 of sleep
And I haven't even had one.
I've tossed and turned for hours
I've stretched and counted sheep
But nothing, absolutely nothing
Can help me fall asleep.
This is when I forget my worries
All my anxieties and painful thoughts
But I'm still rethinking all of these things
And my sleep meter is still at nought.
2.12.15
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesiePoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
