wearied is my mind from these sleepless nights,
nights spent up an wondering without cause,
nights spent suffering through all of my flaws,
nights spent avoiding so many close fights,
fights only strengthening these weary nights
that go without sleep. i look up all laws
that might yet protect me from my dear thoughts
of quieting myself within my rights.
still, yet, i always pause to wonder what
you have been thinking about all this strife
and whether or not i'll see those bright eyes
in the morning when i wake, or shut
a door too hard in the night. oh, so rife
are these relentless dreams i have with lies.