Wishing For the Real Thing

The night, my enemy, falls on me again

sleep evading me still

I feel the tears buring, but I try to refrain

as I think it impossible to give in, until

the slumber drapes over my bed

pulling me under, a silent escape

sleep is coming and I can feel it spread

and the thoughts in my head begin to reshape

pictures of you pour into my head

a world I wish was real

but it is only a dream instead

despite how real it feels

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