simply sleep by Angela Thomas sure, i haven't spoken to you in a week. haven't touched your face or had your arms around me. haven't felt comforted or sat on the stoop shooting the shit and telling you how i feel about whatever is going on in life. we haven't sat together and ate a meal. hell, haven't even had a single drink at our local pub. haven't laid in bed all day with a candle flickering on the side, whispers and secrets flowing between two less-than-perfect naked bodies. sure, none of this has happened. but, i still dream of you every time that i close my eyes, imagine that you're back and i'm yours. i can barely bring myself to sleep. insomnia keeps me sane. 11/18/2009 Posted on 11/18/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)