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No Sleep

I don’t think I’ve slept since I listened to her latest playlist. 

I just toss and turn. 

    I just yearn. 

 But I am still so stubborn. 

      Time stands still,

and I need time to heal these wounds. 

    She doesn’t give me enough time.

She hop-scotches right back into my life.

    And it feels so right. 

Time stands still,

     but I need time to heal. 

It’s no big deal. 

   I’ll be alright. 

I can bend pretty far

   before I break. 

Her music, books and poetry

   live inside of me. 

I haven’t slept in five nights.

   The darkness I used to love has become too bright.

And I need time to adjust my eyes.

    I’ve waited a lifetime for this,

and it happened over night.


    Rise and shine, my love, the time is now—the time is finally right. 

I feel the spark again.

   Now is the time to fight for what we could’ve been.

Now is the season to believe in magical things. 


    I’ll hold her tight,

as we make our way through this maze. 

    Love is always risky,

but I’d risk everything inside of me 

    for a future with her.


Take my arm, my love, 

     and let’s walk this toxic world together. 

Let's turn off the news,

shut our blackout curtains tight,

and hide under the sheets for as long as we need.

   

    

CH 4/6/26

 
 
 

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