Tossing,turning;
My heart burning.
My eyes wide open,sleepless;
Such nights I've spent,countless.
Promised to take away my woes,
Now you're neither friend or foe.
Either you're the one,
Or I'm meant to burn under the Sun.
Tossing,turning;
My heart burning.
To the last hope I've fostered,I'm clinging.
The scent of your mirth under my nose,it's still lingering.

[A/N:Dedicated to LittleDeadRottinHood for her constant support and her flawless poems,which are always a treat to read.😊]