Here I am again,
drunk, alone, tired...
I cannot sleep,
although not due to lack of effort.
Thoughts running through my head,
skipping over my qualms,
about how much I love you,
enough to make me have sweaty palms.
Making me think of the dumb cheesy poems,
which I would write with love in my heart,
because you cause such joy for me,
but you are so far away,
I live life in solitude,
keeping the ****** at bay.
But it isn't that which tears me apart,
because I could **** anyone...
it is because of the setting sun I see ahead,
while you see the rising sun.