By Ellie Riedel
Tossing and turning
Wondering why
My stomachs churning
The reason’s clear as the sky

Passing it off
As the heat
Maybe a cough
I’m being a cheat

If it was the heat
Then why would I be cold
If it was a cough
Then why would my voice be bold

Finally I face it, sane
My insomnia’s cause
Thoughts of you fog my brain
Putting life on pause

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