Can't sleep
I'm up all night
The darkest hour
Haunting me
Neverending caffiene high
This neverending caffiene high
will never end
6am-the sun shines through
the window
the hours pass by slowly, yet so fast at the same time
the pillow is so inviting but my eyes dont seem to close
my thoughts wont slow down
its like a mosh pit -drops notevook-
each thought bumping into me, smashing it's elbow into my jaw
the less that threes are at rest
but she's still in myhead
all this ink,
deadbeat romeo's what i am
trying to write a love song
but are these words,
just
wasted ink?