Insomniac. So I don’t sleep at nights.
Call me over, turn down the lights and
fashion me as a picturesque Creator.
I can melt words from my fingertips Often
Realize you love the spitting of my words
So I’ll say them again Often
Ask you to accompany me again Often
Moments break as your eyes drink me in, cut me open and devour whole…
Be Kind and Share…