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Another sleepless evening, Forced upon myself. Golden rays shine through my blinds, Attempting to awake the already awaken. Another year is gone and still no sleep. Shadows try their best to cloud my mind, But to no avail, They fail. Sleep, Exaustion. I can always have the latter, But not the former. |
somehow i know what you are writing about *turns my panda eyes at you* | Posted on 2008-07-21 00:00:00 | by rubymoon | [ Reply to This ] | Your right for some reason i can never sleep when im exhausted, its truly a hard thing to do | but i can truly envsion what your saying,those nights we you see a dark figure around every corner and every dark alley the poem though was pretty decent but then everything that is ever written can be made better ,so keep up the good work -the girl who cried wolf to much thanks for the read | Posted on 2008-02-04 00:00:00 | by BlueTorcher | [ Reply to This ] | |