SlightlySane
July 4th, 2010, 12:34 AM
In the morning I shall wake, to a fear that makes me quake
Sweat and tears flows from me, afraid to move, still I’ll be
Let me tremble, shake, and curse, for I know it could be worse
The things I fear are nothing more, than mistakes I still explore
When I fall to rest my head, I know not yet, will I be dead
My emotion holds my head to heart, devotion keeping us apart
On my pillow holds a tear, resting gently kept so dear
For when the night time does come by, I know that day has not flown high
Still I shake until I’m warm, crying till it’s uniform
Sadly this day must still pass on, I wish for it to not be gone
One more time I will cry, untill the day my tears run dry
Sweat and tears flows from me, afraid to move, still I’ll be
Let me tremble, shake, and curse, for I know it could be worse
The things I fear are nothing more, than mistakes I still explore
When I fall to rest my head, I know not yet, will I be dead
My emotion holds my head to heart, devotion keeping us apart
On my pillow holds a tear, resting gently kept so dear
For when the night time does come by, I know that day has not flown high
Still I shake until I’m warm, crying till it’s uniform
Sadly this day must still pass on, I wish for it to not be gone
One more time I will cry, untill the day my tears run dry