I Need Some Sleep

"I need some sleep.
I can’t go on like this.
I try counting sheep,
But there’s one I always miss."
~The Eels

Here are the next two I did. I remember writing them both at the same time, so I'll post them together:

As I walk through the halls
I see your face in the crowd.
Your bright blue eyes staring back at me,
they seem to be screaming so loud.

I want to be able to tell you,
I just want to feel your touch.
But I don't think you'd understand.
I just love you way too much.

Even though I don't know if you truly love me,
You are the most trustworthy person I know.
I don't know what I would do without you.
What would happen to me if you were to go?

I wouldn't be able to survive
Without your eyes shining back at me.
Should I tell you how I feel?
Or should I just leave that up to destiny?

I think I will tell you what you mean to me,
I want to know what you have to say.
Do you truly love me?
If not, my world will turn to grey.

And the second:

These feelings I have for you can never go away,
You'll always have a special place in my heart.
I now know what you meant to me
Now that we're so far apart.

I'll never know if you liked me,
I never had a chance to ask.
Since I moved away from you
Finding out has been my task.

I've replayed conversations over and over,
Trying to remember the fun times we've had.
But not once can I remember
You ever making me mad.

You were perfect to me,
I'll never have a doubt.
Did you even know I existed?
I guess I'll never find out.

And then I wrote this one the next night. It kinda goes with the other two, so I'll just post them all together:

Why couldn't you make that promise?
The one that counted most of all.
What would I do without you?
Without you I would surely fall.

Who would I tell everything to
if you were to go?
I have almost no one left in my life;
I have too many foes.

You mean everything to me
whether you know it or not.
You may not think you're special.
Has this always been your plot?

You may have done some stupid things
but that does not mean you are so.
You may think you're a no one,
but I would be nothing if you were to go.

When I first started writing, which was only a month ago, I would write at least three a night. I couldn't sleep right for at least two weeks; I would go to bed around three and then wake up at six. I think it was because I was thinking too much, all of my thoughts running together. I needed a way to get all of my thoughts organized. So when I was cleaning out my closet (which I should probably do again, it is such a mess), I found the poem that I wrote last year in English. I rewrote and rephrased some of it, it was still almost the exact same as it was, and it sounded pretty awesome. So I posted it on my old blog. Which lead to me writing some more. (14 poems, to be exact. Then another thing, not a poem, but it's really long :)

Peace.

~Victoria.