She lays in bed exhausted,
But sleep, it will not come.
She's been laying there for hours,
Not knowing what to do,
On this another sleepless night.
It's been at least a week
Since sleep depriving demon was here.
She sits in bed to write,
On this another sleepless night.
There's no one she could talk to,
Especially not her friends.
The one person up this late
Is slightly out of hand.
She knows they're sleeping peacefully,
The way she did before.
But her thoughts are here,
Her inspiration' s running wild.
And so she sits awake,
Writing away her pain.
She sits alone,
On this sleepless night.
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry to update it this late, but when I'm inspired to write, I have to just put it on the paper or in the phone before the inspiration leaves me. Once again sorry for the late update.
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A Broken Heart
PoetryThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
