Insomnia Admirer Story

Insomnia strikes and I can’t sleep,
I toss and turn, my efforts are weak,
So I close my eyes and think of my love,
No not you, the love I created in six months.

And when that fails I think of you,
And all the things I love that you do,
When all that fails I give in,
This is where the cycle begins.

With cup in hand I walk downstairs,
Meet up with darkness with no fears,
Because as long as you’re on my mind
I know in my heart I’ll always be fine.

So now I’m here writing these words,
A poem you may never know that is yours,
But just writing it is satisfactory enough,
And maybe someday you will be the one.