Sleepless

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Sleepless

Restless;
a fitful sleep last night;
dreaming of you
just out of reach,
nothing feels right.

Awake;
night fills with sorrow;
I feel myself slipping
from inside your heart.
Will it hold any part come tomorrow?

Desire;
what we want is the same;
to love openly, love honestly,
with no fear of treason.
So who's to blame?

Misunderstood;
obstacles of understanding,
past betrayals, heavy scars.
Purest feelings thought a game;
mistaken for being demanding.

Sleepless;
waiting for the words
that make wrongs into rights;
my heavy heart becomes weary,
and though this dawn
sees not love's light;

for just one chance tomorrow's will,
I'd spend a million sleepless nights.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Winterheart’s Poems (16)

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Tears 0
Sleepless 1
Damaged 1
The Colors Of Life 1
Humans 1
As I Pass You By 1
The Coming of It 1
Connection 3
Hope Floats 0
If to Hell You Go 1
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Innocent Dreams 3
TOY 1
Deafened (a Terza Rima Sonnet) 1
Dance With The Dark 6
Queen Of Discontent 3