Twelve in the night
I reach for my phone
Searching subconsciously for a message
Hoping for a missed call
Tossing on the bed
Sleepy and sleepless
Feeling like a wildly spirited soul
Creeping through my veins
Messing with my brain
High but not to let go
Always seeking for a fair amount of share
An obsession needing to be there
I call it an addiction without a substance
Constantly requiring doses for my existence
I am tossing on my bed
So sleepy, yet sleepless
I feel like a wildly spirited soul
You already creep in my veins but I want a lot more
I am high, but never to let go
Intolerable, still Iseek for a fair amount of share
You are an obsession always needing to be there
4 comments:
Awesome... you found beautiful words for the expression millions have these days.
ahaaa thank a lot MR. :)
harshika... I've searched for days and nights for words to describe my tossing around in bed because of sleepless reasons n i have terribly failed...n after reading this i ve found them in this beautifully written poem of your's...
Haritha, Am sorry for not seeing your comment early... But thanks for the compliment...
It was only an expression of how I felt...!!
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