Sleep is scarce for me.
While my eyes may be closed,
My heart is beating rapidly,
In the fear of not falling,
Falling for you too.
Do I dare say a word?
No, my secret is kept in,
For they would not understand.
Or rather, they know, but refuse to accept it.
So while they're deep in their slumber,
Possibly in another world,
I'm lying here awake
Thinking about the tens of possibilities
That would never happen to me.
Like, you and I.
My body cannot tame
This unhealthy diet.
It does not deserve
To suffer like this.
Waking up in the morning,
Only to realize I did not succeed.
Going out,
Only to realize that my lack of slumber
Is affecting me more more than I know.
Why? Because of you.
These droopy eyes
Only wish for one night,
Where they could close
For quite a while
In real rest.
But, even when they do
My last thought is you.
Why?
Why are you doing this to me?
I think about you late in the night
And first thing in the morning.
You are the reason I’m so tired.
How can you help me
When you caused it in the first place?
I'm tired,
Tired of drifting off when I shouldn't,
Tired of half open eyes,
Tired of my restless sleep,
And tired of thinking about you.
Why'd you do this to me?
I cannot help loving you.
Is my Insomnia,
The aftermath,
Of falling for you?
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Sleep is scarce for me.
While my eyes may be closed,
My heart is beating rapidly,
In the fear of not falling,
Falling for you too.
Do I dare say a word?
No, my secret is kept in,
For they would not understand.
Or rather, they know, but refuse to accept it.
So while they're deep in their slumber,
Possibly in another world,
I'm lying here awake
Thinking about the tens of possibilities
That would never happen to me.
Like, you and I.
My body cannot tame
This unhealthy diet.
It does not deserve
To suffer like this.
Waking up in the morning,
Only to realize I did not succeed.
Going out,
Only to realize that my lack of slumber
Is affecting me more more than I know.
Why? Because of you.
These droopy eyes
Only wish for one night,
Where they could close
For quite a while
In real rest.
But, even when they do
My last thought is you.
Why?
Why are you doing this to me?
I think about you late in the night
And first thing in the morning.
You are the reason I’m so tired.
How can you help me
When you caused it in the first place?
I'm tired,
Tired of drifting off when I shouldn't,
Tired of half open eyes,
Tired of my restless sleep,
And tired of thinking about you.
Why'd you do this to me?
I cannot help loving you.
Is my Insomnia,
The aftermath,
Of falling for you?
Here's to all the owl's of the night.
Though, we don't choose to be.
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