Ebone' Ingram - Late Night Write (trying to make you

It may be bad...I need feedback on this one...

The clock
on my dresser
tells me that it's
late as hell, and
the batteries in
my CD player
announce that they're
not long for
this world. My eyes
are heavy, hands
are shaking from
lack of sleep, I'm
running out of paper
too if that's important,
but my pen is going
still. I'm writing you
something
that I hope is
good enough to
make you think,
to remind you
of that pathetic little
girl who kept
trying to catch your eye.
I'm sitting here
knowing
that you will never
want me, never
want to
touch me, look
in my eyes, or
speak words of
love to me, if
you only see
me. But maybe
my words are
beautiful enough
to make up
for all that I
lack. I only
wish that you
would love me,
and all I have
to make that happen
are the lines that my
pen's spitting on the
page right now;
right now, while
the clock
on my dresser
tells me that it's
late as hell, and
the batteries in
my CD player
are dead.

Ebone' Ingram

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