Why can't I sleep?
I toss and turn
I sing, I read
Why can't I stop worrying?
Those sheep don't work
And the house is too quiet
My feet are frozen
My lips are dry
I'm sitting here thinking,
About to cry
Like a mother holds her child,
I crawl back into bed,
Curl up in a ball.
Is insomnia a symptom of love?
Or pain?
I'm exhausted
But cannot sleep.
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