Whose Sleepless Nights Do Whisper Me?
Play against her thoughts, she does.
An eye-for-an-eye...
Deep... she yearns for love again
Like an ocean calling for its ship
the stones that are earth's dead children
Who's sleepless nights do whisper me?
Inside, I see...
Her face, haunted by past, she's known.
And like cars, we are.
The beauty of words are like the beauty of an engine.
The coldness of her heart is not a devil in thee
A woman who yearns for a lover
No ships do float on this ladies ocean
and a death found suicide,
Note, laying on the floor
says: "Whose sleepless nights do whisper me?"
I have sleepless nights no more
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