by iluvisis1Springdale, Arkansas, USA
Nov 2010 502 Views 3 comments
Sleepless
I'm sitting on the bed
my mind is somewhere else.
My fingers use the keys
but the words come out
themselves.
The subjects are too many
and the words they are too few.
I really should be sleeping
but my mind knows not to do.
I cannot keep from writing
and i cannot sleep it's clear.
But the rhymes keep slowly forming,
aaah i think the end is near.
It's a joy to keep on writing
it's a privelege for sure.
"Cause when I am done with this one
its another you must endure.
my mind is somewhere else.
My fingers use the keys
but the words come out
themselves.
The subjects are too many
and the words they are too few.
I really should be sleeping
but my mind knows not to do.
I cannot keep from writing
and i cannot sleep it's clear.
But the rhymes keep slowly forming,
aaah i think the end is near.
It's a joy to keep on writing
it's a privelege for sure.
"Cause when I am done with this one
its another you must endure.
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Posted: Nov 2010
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