Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

     On Hold Again

When all else fails,

rely on broken promises

made only by those who bat

false eyelashes while twirling

their dried out hair


Take shelter within my broken wings

and in between

each sunrise & sunset

We will always have what lies beneath

invitations to dream

without silly gestures or beliefs.

If we could just hold on

to one another,

there won’t be a need for loneliness.

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