'Nother poem
Sometimes I lie awake at night
Fending off the dreams
The ones where I see you
And you're always smiling
I hate those dreams the most
Even more than all my nightmares
For every time I close my eyes
I have to see your face
And remember you
The way you used to be
It hurts
And I can't stand it
Now I can only lie awake
And hope
To never dream of you
Again
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw
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