insomnia

wet pillowcases.
empty arms.
the never ending ache.
the dearth, the want, the fear.
dream-hungry empty weary eyes.
...........
 I've been here before
Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write is a grey grey tune

...........
sing to me a lullaby, lull me to sleep. 


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Desolé, if someone is prayin' then I might break out,
Desolé, even if I scream I can't scream that loud

...
So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now

Comments

  1. Short n sweet...
    Just like you...hey, but I don’t know if you are short really!
    So let’s just say petite n sweet:-)

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  2. She is not short, Su. she's just fine. :)

    Bhavi, listen to Westlife's "Soledad".

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  3. @suruchi>> redirected to pallavini di's comment

    @pallavini di>> right away!

    it is bliss when ppl who know you knw what u write =D
    hugs!

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  4. how come mr rice has a song for ur every mood?

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  5. it is only because Mr. Rice is so in touch with emotions that i love his music so.

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