Sleepless nights, full of painful sorrows,
like there's no tomorrow...
many a dreams shattered like an arrow to my
heart.
Thoughts, looks, stares, voices,
they're all here...they won't go away, they
won't leave me alone.The stars start to shimmer,
and with the moon as bright as can be, it begins
lighting the darkest of nights...And as the
crisp, cold air gently brushes through,the
creatures of the night start to venture.The
night soon begins to fill with fear,
it is overcome with deceit and whispers of the
gentle breeze of sleepless nights.
By:Edith Gonzlav
2/3/06
