by Unknown
Mar 2013 365 Views 2 comments
Sleeping Awake
Goodnight.
The evening it sighs,
The morn light she yawns,
As we sleep wide awake,
A screem with no sound,
The silence so LOUD,
Trying to run so far.
Not getting anywhere.
This hell is no dream.
Like a touch with no feel
All this true and so real.
As i welcome anther day...
The evening it sighs,
The morn light she yawns,
As we sleep wide awake,
A screem with no sound,
The silence so LOUD,
Trying to run so far.
Not getting anywhere.
This hell is no dream.
Like a touch with no feel
All this true and so real.
As i welcome anther day...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2013
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