I am so dredfully tired. This ridiculous mind of mine, wired.
No daily post could I find. Could I be losing my mind?
My eyes keep closing, phone falling from my clutch. I don’t take any interest, not in very much.
Arms begin to ache. I don’t want the break.
I think it must be sleep that I seek. I’d rather stay up, read and write, but the outlook is. bleek.
Upon your cheek, I place a kiss. Til morn it’s you I’ll miss.