Need for Sleep.

I sit,
Sleep stolen from mine eyes needs,
How wonderful to sit in land of dreams awake,
'Tis such a ***** of blood fuelled scorn,
Mine eyes with wakefulness adorned,
A man who writes, keeps me alive,
When blessed sleep,somehow evades my gentle lids,
When your true love , he so forbade,
A haze of fashionable discretion snatches,
Life catches me stabs my heart,
Bleeding her dry,
Poetry stabs mine,
In writing his art as true love binds!
By ladylivvi1

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