You tempt me with your sweet promises of long forgotten dreams.
Preying upon my weakness, taunting me with your insatiable desire for nothing less than full surrender.
How can I? Dear Sleep, when you hold yourself so high above me? Like a cloud hovering on a patch of dried up grass? Out of my reach.
Just beyond my line of sight I chase you all night tormenting myself with thoughts of how good it would feel to finally have you in my embrace without having to do something to force you to come to me.
I lay myself on my bed listening to the silence of the night wishing for either morning to come sooner or for your arms to take me, take me to places I've never been, places both familiar and unfamiliar to my senses.
Time has become my enemy.
The sound of the clock weighs heavily on my ears.
Dear Sleep, what have I done to deserve your absence? I close my eyes and try to clear my mind of anything except the memory of the last time I was in your embrace...
The mattress under my body begins to fill my soul with a slow burning need to possess you, I bury my head into the soft pillows that lay on top of my bed and I inhale my own distinct scent from last night.
Ah, last night.
Last night I begged you to come to me, and come you did.
But not without a price.
A price so high I made a promise never again to seek solace in another's arms.
But then again, when will you come willingly Dear Sleep? When there is but a few moments of darkness left in the morning sky? When I can hear the household stirring, waking? Such torture to peek through my bedroom window and see light holding out its hands, inviting me to rise from where I lay waiting for you.
When will you come willingly Dear Sleep? Tonight, I bid you to come to me.
I beg you to be merciful and grant me this simple request.
Let me rest.
Let me rest within the safe haven of your arms.
Let me know you once again.
And should you refuse me once more, I have to content myself with seeking help ...
in places I wouldn't otherwise find myself in ...
in things I loathe to depend on if you were already here.
And that would be your undoing Dear Sleep.
Preying upon my weakness, taunting me with your insatiable desire for nothing less than full surrender.
How can I? Dear Sleep, when you hold yourself so high above me? Like a cloud hovering on a patch of dried up grass? Out of my reach.
Just beyond my line of sight I chase you all night tormenting myself with thoughts of how good it would feel to finally have you in my embrace without having to do something to force you to come to me.
I lay myself on my bed listening to the silence of the night wishing for either morning to come sooner or for your arms to take me, take me to places I've never been, places both familiar and unfamiliar to my senses.
Time has become my enemy.
The sound of the clock weighs heavily on my ears.
Dear Sleep, what have I done to deserve your absence? I close my eyes and try to clear my mind of anything except the memory of the last time I was in your embrace...
The mattress under my body begins to fill my soul with a slow burning need to possess you, I bury my head into the soft pillows that lay on top of my bed and I inhale my own distinct scent from last night.
Ah, last night.
Last night I begged you to come to me, and come you did.
But not without a price.
A price so high I made a promise never again to seek solace in another's arms.
But then again, when will you come willingly Dear Sleep? When there is but a few moments of darkness left in the morning sky? When I can hear the household stirring, waking? Such torture to peek through my bedroom window and see light holding out its hands, inviting me to rise from where I lay waiting for you.
When will you come willingly Dear Sleep? Tonight, I bid you to come to me.
I beg you to be merciful and grant me this simple request.
Let me rest.
Let me rest within the safe haven of your arms.
Let me know you once again.
And should you refuse me once more, I have to content myself with seeking help ...
in places I wouldn't otherwise find myself in ...
in things I loathe to depend on if you were already here.
And that would be your undoing Dear Sleep.
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