Dedicated to: ec_poetry
Credit for idea: 7JamsInsfireMalfoy
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
I am always woken up by the bedside phone's beep.
The tough day ahead, yesterday's not forgotten,
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
Why do I end up thinking so deep?
Who am I? Where am I? Why did I do this?
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
Do I really have to face this or can I leap?
Lies underrated, promises forgotten;
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
He's the only reason why I weep.
Bundles of texts deleted, dustbin full; but
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
Why do people have to poke their noses and peep?
It's all over though I can't forget,
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
It's not my fault but still I reap.
The eyes red-rimmed, the body tired;
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
The clock struck midnight, I can't sleep.
The bricks crumbling, the wall falling; what's there to keep?
A fresh new start is what is needed.
All the memories piling up to create a big heap.
All the memories piling up to create a big heap...
~Priya K.
Drajen