Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Sleep

The confusion of what i think i want is what keeps you awake. You don't know and that is why you don't sleep. You don't sleep because of me. Even though i am worried to still i find myself each and every night able to sleep, while you toss and turn in your mind that will not sit still enough to fall away into rest.

Tonight you sleep and i will be the one awake...I am sorry i wouldn't let you sleep for so long.


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