A sleepless night.

Another poem.

A sleepless night.

Time ticks by as I lay in my bed.
I know I should be sleeping with dreams in my head.
My mind is mush but still I lay awake.
Some people would be counting sheep or steak.
I toss and turn, tangling myself with the sheets.
I think of peaceful things as my heart slowly beats.
My eyes droop but my mind keeps stirring.
One subject keeps my midnight oils burning.
I should be sleeping to keep my sanity intact.
My subject is a person and that's a fact.
Sweat drips from my head and sticks to me like glue.
The person whose been keeping me awake is....
.....you....