Losing Sleep

A girl so amazing she can only be a dream. Yet she breaks my heart within the dream realm.

Dreams. They make and break you. Most of my dreams are the inspiration behind everything on this "god-given" planet. The songs, poems, and drawings. The rest are her. The angel of music with eyes bigger than the moon. Brighter than a phone at 3 o' clock when it is opened to reveal the ever so important message that couldn't wait two more hours to wake you from your golden slumbers. She comes to me in my dreams and breaks me down. The Brown Eyed Girl is the reason I don't get my VERY MUCH needed beauty sleep. The reason I am afraid of snagging the inner mechanisms of the lock on my heart with the key of the so called "love." The reason my tears fall like rain. I am dead without her. Truly dead and gone.

Author's Note

I think it is extremely cheesy with too many childish likenesses