Silly little nothings #poem

Ever woken up eyes wide open to a movie half-watched but not consumed?
Many spend life times in trance so I should count myself lucky;
I ponder some more and queue the next dream.

Legs running for days til cramps wake me up back home:
where did time go the sleep in my eyes asks with tears on its back.
Can you still taste my nonverbal cues queuing their way to sainthood again?

Shame on me for trusting your sheen
Blame me twice for choosing to stay
Fool me thrice for calling me queen
Hang up the phone for heartbreak and play

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