The nights are the hardest. I simply can’t sleep. The clock ticked by, and the world keep slips into a deep slumber, one at a time. And here I am, wake awake.
The nights are the hardest. In the day, I can meet my friends. I can have my family around me. I can feel safe. But at night, I am lonely.
The nights are the hardest. Where I walk aimless in and out of bed, looking out the room and up to the sky and wonder why God? What have I done to deserve all these?
The nights are the hardest. When I realised how much I still love you, desired every inch of your body curl up around me. Cuddling and protect me and breathing softly down my back.
The nights are the hardest.