THE CURE OF AN INSOMNIAC.
( march, 2019 )
i am lost
thinking of you when the sky has
became a vibrant pink. when
mountains suffocate the sunlight
away from my pale complexion.
lost beyond charcoal clouds
wondering when you'll come back.i am lost
at three am when you are all that is
on my mind.and i cry myself to sleep
where i am met with you
and no longer stuck in
this maze of reality.
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