It feels like I haven't slept in days.
Every night I stay up,
Thinking of you.
But if I went to sleep
I know I'd dream of you.
I'd find the place I always wanted.
The place where I'm happy with you.
But our happiness is no more.
This is what every night is a
Sleepless night.
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Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
