some nights

there are nights that you just can't sleep

no reasons, apparently

no sadness, no bad omens

just eyes, that won't shut close

other nights, you feel alive

with less noise, and high pulses

wide waking at three in the morning

but some nights you find peace

amidst everything; the crying

there are also nights when you feel weak

restless and anxious

like the world has turn

and all is left is you and you alone

some nights, time seems too fast

like every ticking sound make

seems hasty as your heartbeat

last night was different although

it was sad, and everything paces really slow

but of all nights i've had

i fancy those filled with undying silence

i lay there motionless, still

and nobody seems to care where i've been

these are the nights worth dreaming

for they are reminders, the least

that even the heartbreaking silence

and tragic scenes, most

are to be gone by morning