Insomniac

There are some nights when sleep is impractical,

Bashful and unimaginable.

And all the techniques that I employ to succeed

Fails, backslides, as the thought of you drifts into my consciousness

I lay vigilant, calculating my moves

How do I get close to you?

I know your family disapproves

But my body resists slumber without you by my side.

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