Aug 2012
Nights are the worst.
My head just spins,
Begging not to let you in.
'Not another nightmare,'
I plead.
I don’t want to dream
of you, of me, of anything.
My head just spins,
Begging not to let you in.
'Not another nightmare,'
I plead.
I don’t want to dream
of you, of me, of anything.
Written in 2010
