Its hard to write in the harsh light
Of the sun through my window.
So to do this right, I wait \'till night,
Sat on my bed with a torch on low.
My mask falls in sync with the sun,
And guarded emotions become undone.
I think of you more. I can\'t help it.
I feel my chest or heart start to split.
I try to sleep, I really do,
But sometimes I\'m too caught up in you,
Thoughts and memories and dreams of you,
Things I\'ve had and will never have with you.
So I write things when I can\'t sleep,
Poems and songs I can hide and keep,
So when the lights not right for me to write on my bed,
I can read about you instead.
~ Willow Craven