The days are short
and the nights are long
Nights filled
with thoughts of you.

Craving, longing, dreaming:
the affection you
bestow upon her,
the way my heart beats —
as if it were yours,
And how
the Sun could never
compete with
The light
in your eyes.

How foolish I am,
To miss
what was never mine
To dream
of what I could never have
To hope
for something — anything.

The obscured room you lay in
as confined the things in your mind
with nothing but pitch black in sight
i wonder what people think about when they cant fall sleep at night
do you think about the fake smile you put on or the pain you still feel down to the bone
do you think about the the things they said or reason you always feel alone
everyone hides the scars they had tries to keep them silent
when they ask whats wrong we try to stay strong and remain quiet
do you think about what you mean to others whether if your cherished or just not worth the trouble
mabye one day my thoughts will reach the light
but what do you think of when you cant fall asleep at night

A heart pounding,
hands shaking,
line of poetry.
Who am I kidding?
Line after line after line.
i'll write just one more.

Just to clarify:
The search wasn't for the definition...
I had to make sure I used it in the sentence correctly.
I knew you would mention it.
At least, I thought you would.
I still don't think I used it correctly.
I love you anyway.