Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Restless

Tossing, turning.
Your name echos though the night.
Longing to see you longing to hold you,
But yet life gets in the way.
I lay watching my ceiling hoping praying to see you.
I slowly drift off to sleep.
Awoken in a cold sweat,
It was us happy together
But its not suppose to be.
I'm with someone else...
Morning...
Another restless night.