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I play my favorite CD for comfort, 7 was the number,
And I lay here attempting to gain a dream out of this night.
My mind is overtaken with thoughts that prevents my slumber.
I toss and turn in darkness and try with all my might.
Now the sting of tears begin to fill my eyes.
They flow like the River Nile,
Long and flowing with substance that never dies.
Will the hurt ever end? Through this can I smile?
Why must my heart be in so much pain?
Why must these thoughts enter my mind?
Overtaking my dreams and goals I once wanted to obtain.
Must I go on with life and leave such contemplation behind?
Have I fallen in love?
Or could it be my body yearning for his touch?
Can such "joining" be as harmless as a dove?
Is it me? Am I feeling too much?
The beautiful locks of his hair,
The perfect arch of his brow,
The sexiness of his stare,
To him my soul wants to vow.
The intelligence of his brain,
The knowledge of his mind,
The screaming from my mouth of his name,
Around him I can feel free and unwind.
Are these feelings true and from my heart?
Or just words from my lips that I speak?
It hurts at the close of each day we must depart.
To myself these words must I keep?
I continue to lay awake thinking of him,
For to me he is the most precious gem,
The one who has him has the very best,
All of these thoughts are replayed in my head, and now.... I must rest.
Penned by
~ Jenaye Dickerson ~
Author's Comments: "Nacey Girl. . .that's me!"
Maryland, USA
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