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
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