Insomniac

INSOMNIAC Some nights My lady lies in heat Sometimes she cries sometimes she's indescreet. Some nights I stay awake all night sometimes it's wrong sometimes it's just not right. Some nights The dark under the bed is all too real, sometimes just in my head. Some nights The morning comes too soon sometimes I sleep til half past ten sometimes I sleep til noon. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet