Sleepless Soul Speaks

Sleepless Soul Speaks

A Poem by -Scribe in Style-

It is late and I should sleep.
The world snores away.
I wish I could peacefully close my eyes
and turn a naked eye.
To my surprise I am happiest alone
in a world of my own.
How do I let my barriers break and 

grant him access to what I behold?
He does not hold the key to my heart
nor can he make it skip a beat.
Drawing a line he cannot cross,
why is it this way?
Break all walls and soften the ground
so that love can grow what is sowed deep in the soil.

Please be who I need you to be.
Please understand what I need you to understand.
Please bring out the angel I am….
I do love you more than you will ever know.
Why do I not express like I once would have.
Please do not kill this plant
that has not yet come to the peak of its growth.
Remember the hour glass is ticking
and time is short…

Your time is coming to an end.

Live your life,
be happy and enjoy it
with those who love you
and become oblivious to everything else.
Be as open minded as you possibly can
and remember to be honest,
to speak freely what flies in the mind
for none are mind readers…

© 2014 -Scribe in Style-


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I find myself in these night's way to often....
When you get so lost in thought, that it is easier to continue thinking than rather sleeping. Your mind gets so focused on one subject, or one person... that it is impossible to put the thought's to rest.
A really nice read, and an amazing piece. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Speechless..........................

Posted 10 Years Ago


-Scribe in Style-

10 Years Ago

So was the sleepless soul.. Speechless..
Thanks for taking the time to read.

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Added on January 3, 2014
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