Chase

I wrote this when I couldn't get to sleep a few weeks ago, enjoy!
Insomniac, up late at night
Giving up, I quit the fight.
Dead tired, eyes wide open,
Things don't work the way I'm hopin'

Thinking of you, can't go to sleep,
Sane's too hard a thing to keep.
I'll get up early the next morning
Pitch black coffee will be free-flowing.

Close my eyes, I see your face
And my heart begins to race.
Those deep blue eyes, intoxicating,
Geek-chique glasses, exhilarating

I slam my pillow over my head,
My face squished against the bed.
You keep running through my mind,
Meanwhile, sleep takes its sweet time.

I finally fall into a light doze
When, well, lo and behold,
My cat scratches at the door,
Alarm clock blaring 1:04.

That's it, sleep's over for the night,
Giving up, I quit the fight.
Get up, fling the door open,
Things don't work the way I'm hopin'

By Katarina Harrington
Published: 4/13/2009
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