Sleepless Nights Vol Ii
This is just another tale from the
crypt another one bites the dust I
guess she didn't make the guest list,
just another enigma, that's what she
called me when she couldn't paint
this picture but I say she should've
just drunk from another pitcher,
assumptions turns into to a failed
attempt to someone who could
decrypt ya thoughts actions
emotions, and weeks later it still
hasn't soaked in, so it seeps in threw
the cracks of past feelings but I
refuse to look back on my life but
still I envision the ghost of my past,
taking me back down memory lane,
but I know better my present is a
gift and my past is something I
wouldn't exchange, no matter how it
looks is that the reason I'm reading
so many books, I guess I'm looking
for the secrets that they hid, will I
find out it was indeed the truth or
another fictitious fib, so I open that
door that door without hesitation
knowing that if I expose the truth
they might send me on my final
destination, so it's do or die and my
life has an expiration date on it
anyway I understand I'm damned if
I do, so hello to sleepless nights
once more with no regrets as I
expose the truth
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2012
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