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Tired Eye’s That Won’t Sleep

Insomnia is a curse

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • Updated 8 months ago • 1 min read
I want to I need too but can’t by George’s Girl 2026

Eyes That Won't Sleep

Tired and worn, I lay in bed,

But sleep won’t come, it dances instead.

Thoughts swirl like leaves on a gentle breeze,

I close my eyes, but find no ease.

The night is quiet, the moon shines bright,

I wish for dreams to hold me tight.

But here I am, awake and still,

Searching for calm, a moment to chill.

So I count the stars, one by one,

Hoping for sleep before night is done.

With each gentle sigh, I wait and pray,

That soon my eyes will drift away.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk