a collection of poems, that will suck.

2 am

It's 2am and the only thoughts that fill my consciousness are ones of you,

I try to concentrate on sleeping, surely that's the important thing to do,

But my mind just cannot rest, there is so much to think about,

And you manage to consume every single thought,

It's not that I don't like thinking about you,

I'd just really like some sleep,

Because it's 2 am and the

Only thoughts that fill

My consciousness 

Are ones 

Of you