Its past midnight
On a warm July,
As I await
Sleep to usher by.
I hate it when
I stay awake
But then again,
Its my mistake.
I'm thinking of you
A thought that lures
It cant be true
Do I still love you?
I toss and turn
Its truth or dare.
A desire still burns
Veracity blares.
Holding back sobs
Unable to cope,
I fervently grope
My desires, my hopes.
Your boyish charms,
That mystic smile,
Your nature - calm.
What a warm delight!
What were thou?
A chip from my dream?
Where are you now?
May I try redeem?
A passing cloud?
An infatuation found?
A love that bound?
Another bond on the shroud?
Life knocks me back
As the dawn unwraps.
I rest, for I should hack,
As tomorrow awaits - with a new set of traps!