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
Paintbox
PoetryPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
