Sleepless
A
year's come and gone,
many days just a blur.
Still in my
dreams,
I think about her.
I
lay my head down
and close my eyes.
Then I see her smile,
still
fresh in my mind.
I
roll onto my side,
exhaling slowly.
I hear drops of rain,
for,
outside, it's pouring.
How
can I sleep,
if all I think about's her?
I know desperately
I
need a cure.
We've
gone seperate ways,
thinking we'll come through.
But, if I
can't sleep,
is she able to?
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
A
year's come and gone,
away with the wind.
Still fresh in my
mind,
I think of him.
I
pace around the room,
'cause I can't go to sleep.
I know, if I
do,
he'll be in my dreams.
Tapping
a pencil,
reading a book.
I can't go to sleep,
for, my
heart, he took.
Does
he think about us
as much as I do?
Does he know that this
lie
is actually the truth?
We've
gone seperate ways,
thinking we'll come through.
But, if I
can't sleep,
is he able to?
This is not my poem. This poem is by nolapeep. And it's copied here in it's original form. I'm writing a fic for it, and yes, I have permission to, so don't get running around screaming that I stole from the poem, but you can go and say what a genius poem this is, because it is. Poem belongs to nolapeep. Everything else belongs to Butch Hartman and a bunch of other companies and stuff.
~DI4MGZ~