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