thinking

Lay awake with eye lids heavy,
Eyes watery and the mind is weary,
My head is searching for that one sign of closure,
That one sign that leads to my dreamlike state,
"Why couldn't it be her?"
Never been so complacent while still my self-esteem remains low
There remains that one unanswered question
And there my mind remains restless
A dreary head lies on a heart trying to keep its composure.