Wide Awake
March 21, 2015
The words seem to regurgitate from my emotions so my head get some relief
I sit down basking in the sunshine of your love
Every moment seems to be filled with waving trees
Oh the sweet memories
Birds in flight
Candlelit nights
Words explode from my lips
And escape my mind
In between my rapture dreams
Of loving you
It's seems
I can't get no rest.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stallker
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