I'm lying still,
curled in tight,
not in the middle of the day,
but in the middle of the night,
my dreams keeps me in love,
I awake with one thing insight,
not today,
but some day she just might,
find me still,
in the middle of the night.
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I awake with one thing inside, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.