My Sunrise
I can’t sleep
The time ticks
My mind is racing
I can’t make a peep
Headphones on playing Hendrix
I can’t stop pacing
I hear a knock
I open the door
There is no one there
I close and lock
I’m cold to the core
I’m losing my hair
I can’t rest
I can’t stop
I’ve got 3 more hours
Until the day's quest
When I can skip and hop
While I pick some flowers
And I will see her
My sunrise
In the morning
It’s cold; brrrr
To sleep would be wise
But I know I’ll be tossing and turning…
Copyright © Nestor David Armas | Year Posted 2013
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