It's late and sleep is far from me
I wonder if its the caffine or my mind
playing tricks on me, for you see
there's nothing else I'd rather do
then lay here and think of you

I wonder if this will ever be more
than a girlish fantasy or if you
dare take my hand, will anyone ever
understand? Or will I ever see you again
These questions seem to linger...

Sometimes I ponder what you did tonight
Did you have a jolly good time or were
you alone in your room with nothing to do
did you talk to your mother, or brother or friend?
It's late, will I ever sleep tonight?

05/23/2003

Author's Note: well, this is definitely me rambling- there's no flow or anything- just rambling, so hope you enjoy!

Posted on 05/23/2003
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