Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

I write only pleasantries; they are all that I know



Tag… You’re it,

as your poison sinks in.
It’s never enough when I’m there,
This one on one isn’t fair
When my only comfort is your image
You’re hypnotic stare.
Tag…. You’re still “it”
As I sink deeper in
Uncontrollable urges they only begin,
When darkness surrounds The skin I am in.
I’m still waiting, to be taken
to hear your sweet words
no one else has ever heard,
That will end up on paper, as the story goes;
I’ve still Miles and Miles to roam



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