I drink so much caffeine,
it colours me sleepless,
and my heart causes a scene;
in its search for open eyelids; relentless
I beg my eyes to close
without a potion,
until I sleep through the alarms,
cursed to be insomnia's chosen,
lulled to sleep by the moon's "romantic" charms.
- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
