• chris_finns 5w

    This kind of insomnia
    At that hour awake, be greatest phobia
    Nothing on my kitchen looked delicious
    I had not even appetite for novels
    The music too sounded pathetic
    My phone too sucked
    I needed to be fixed,
    On my diary, through the pages
    Stuck on a page, the day she smiled at me
    the day for the first hug
    the day she noticed I liked
    Being on smile, felt better
    Flipped your name on diary, Daisy
    Your image knocked on mind,
    Fixed by Daisy on diary
    Let it be real, even if not daily.
    permit me to write new memory, on my diary
    A favour to note my favourite
    Even if not daily, Daisy