Insomnia I wonder If those talks matter Few done in the clarity of day Or the many Done at 3 a.m. in the morning
Lately I’ve been dreaming about you About us Sharing our secrets Talking, even if we argued Kept talking, till we slept Maybe I woke up On the wrong side of bed Maybe I thought about you Just a little too much
I grow weary of the love That lasts for a night When it should be there The next sunrise
When my words are concealed With lies and disguises, truth and beyond Insecurities in the veil of trust Betrayal in bounds of lies It’s just the charm of words darling Giving the illusion of happiness inside misery
You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.
