Insomniac: A Thought

A Thought

Next to my blossoming tears
Were my never ending words
To the cries of my pen
To the names of my men

The superfluous works of my hands
Were derived from my heart
The twists of its beat
My a song of how we met

The symbolism is you
Pulling you out of the blue
At last it's the end
I thought we were more than friends