Even now,
I still awaken
In a pitch black room,
Covered in sweat,
With my heart
Racing in my chest;
I wake up
With a tear
Running the distance
From my eye
To the pillow,
A lump sits in my throat,
And there is your name
On the tip
Of my tongue.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Even now,
I still awaken
In a pitch black room,
Covered in sweat,
With my heart
Racing in my chest;
I wake up
With a tear
Running the distance
From my eye
To the pillow,
A lump sits in my throat,
And there is your name
On the tip
Of my tongue.