I hate these nights
Nights where I know you won't
come
Where you face won't
show up
to enlighting
my darkness
And I am left with
Hollow nights
Too afriad to fall asleep
Sometimes I manage
Not to fall asleep
But other times I fight
and fight
Only to be falling asleep in the end
My nightmares gripping onto the egdes
of what is left of me
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Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
