I can't sleep
I toss, and i turn
figuring what lies ahead
afraid what comes after
it's 5 o'clock
my eyes are giving in
my brain is complicating
i can't sleep, i can't
I woke up at 7 o'clock
woke up from what seems to be an illusional rest
from a voice that calms me down
over the lovely melody that comes from my phone
glad that you're here
and took my hand
you walk, with me
casting off all the gray cumulus clouds
that was all over my head
couldn't be any happier
couldn't be any more assured
for you are here, with me
I'll never feel lost.
thank you, my dear. the beach is good, and the weed is still alive. together with that lovely purple shell :)
love,
jess
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