Counting Sheep or Bedtime 'Poem'

Do you have sleepless night? What did you do when you find yourself still wide awake in 3 a.m. and woke up every 30 minutes sporadically. Gosh you know what I mean? Did you guys do something about it or you don't even care. Normally I went to grab something from the fridge or I had my powder drink made up of milk-cocoa-coffee, three odd combination. But last night, I made this poem and I know it's kinda lame, even lamer than counting big fat sheep. But don't judge.. L-O-L



My Bad Subject

It wasn't the crickets' chirp nor the soft door's click
It wasn't the psy-hounds' howl nor the fade engine's roar

Was it your trembling clasp that sold you out
Was it your stumbling feet that jerked me up
Was it your soft goodbye that echoed the room

It was a dream but it wasn't a dream
It happen before and It happen again

I'm running out of active spirit
I'm breaking down in passive despair
Clueless and hopeless

I would bawl and I would bark
But I ain't Bella Swan

I let my eloquence sweet-talk you
Like the lemon soaked in honey
But you tired of empty words

I could cry and I could charm
But I ain't Reese Witherspoon

I put on quite a show
Like the Innocent puss in boots
But you tired of specious acts

We said awful things
It's reasonable when people are upset

If we truly love each other
There will always be room for forgiveness
Unless the holes are long occupied

We all have bad subjects
Mine is love and what's yours?