Comments about Adrian Miller
Here I lie awake at night,
Cursing myself with all my might,
For love is pain often sought,
In which a hard lessons taught.
I hope and pray for luck at last,
Trying to escape my painful past,
For here I am, heart ensnared,
With my soul mostly bared.
So here I silently lay,
Until the coming of the day,
Trying to figure out my bothersome life,
And how to avoid further strife.