My cover envelopes me.
It's letting in the cold.
I have a spot of heartburn.
I'm guess I'm getting old.
My once true loving lover, he's been flirting with another.
My mind and jelly belly have been playing silly jealous games.
I think I'm a soppy teen.
Maybe I wish I was.
In a reckless lack of sleep the woman sits and weeps.
Not crying,the eyes are sore with tiredness.
I so hate lacking precious sleep.
My eyelids are brimming,as heavy cement.
Jesus Christ, I hate these nights when I'm not feeling great.
(C) Livvi