I am yet so tired,
Still cannot sleep,
Thoughts of you,
Have consumed me,
Time it drags on,
So slow it seems,
As I sit here
Awake in weightless daydream
Each tear that falls,
Soon shall leave,
When time holds fast
And you hold me,
But now I breathe,
I gasp for air,
Gazing recklessly forward,
Your not there,
A perpetual Irony,
Consumer of my life,
To find such happiness,
But remain in strife