you can't sleepA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hittnot this time
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours with my endless devotion but not this time. You say the same words that have grown old months ago hoping that the magic was still there but it isn't You assumed that I would be happy to open my hands and hold them out for the scraps you drop from your bed but I am not You know I am slowly moving on and that your status of king is being downgraded to banished servant but you don't admit it You have to stop coming around f*****g up my nights and therefore my days with your neverending game of cat and mouse but you don't. You can't sleep so you call me wanting me to pass your waking late night hours with my endless devotion to you but not this time. © 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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2 Reviews Added on August 14, 2008 Last Updated on August 14, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |