It's late again and no surprise I can't sleep <br /> <br />I lay in bed and listen out the open window <br /> <br />the old willow tree is singing softly tonight <br /> <br />the branches sway, reciting of love and you <br /> <br />as much as I try to ignore, I can't help but hear them <br /> <br />they set off familiar electric tingles down my spine <br /> <br />currenting all the way up to my hungry lonesome mind <br /> <br />only to be devoured by the harshness of reality <br /> <br />and the cruel logic echoing in my brain <br /> <br />through the empty pain the music still flows sweetly <br /> <br />melting down the remains of my wounded soul<br /><br />Nicky McNeil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-again-3/
