She’d come back, on those nights that I couldn’t sleep, and seeing how, I’d become, a TOTAL insomniac here, you can see the frequency, of her, coming back, to haunt me, can’t you???
She’d come back, on the nights I couldn’t sleep, and, because I’d tortured myself, for what happened to us for so long, I’d prayed every single day, that that particular night, would be easier for me, but, it never was!
not my picture here…
She’d come back, on the nights I couldn’t sleep, I’d see her, like she was when we first met, her silky, soft skin, how she’d kissed me, so tenderly on my lips, made me, longed, for her touch more and more, then, I’d waken up, in a COLD sweat, like waking up, from one of those, horrifying, terrifying, nightmares.
She’d come back, on the nights I couldn’t sleep, and, I’m seeing her, every single night, for the past…………lost TRACK of how long it’d been now. She’d come back, on the nights I couldn’t sleep, and, there’s NOTHING I can do, to prevent her, from taking OVER my mind, for plaguing my nights here………
not my sketch…
Life, the Obstacle Course 