Insomnia
I slept with my phone in pocket
expecting a buzz or a toll
I lay half-woke with knowledge
and hope that you may
reach out to me even under circumstance
so confined…
maybe I slept with my phone in my pocket nor for reason
nor for rhyme
I lay with worry heavy head
thinking you’d be wondering
thinking you’d care
I slept with my phone in my pocket
while you slept without a care
maybe I’m weak
maybe for you I fall
but someday ill be fast asleep
without a wish that you’d call
©copyright Kyanna Kitt
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