the single woman sleeps

when i feel troubled or melancholy

i couldn't sleep at night

lonesome, loss and all those sad feelings

like giant waves start hitting in

maybe it's the noisy neighbor

it may also be the tap with a broken washer

surely it's the second tickings of the ol' wind-up clock

some of the things that i blame for that sleepless night

with a queen size bed

offering too much space

untouched and empty

define how the heart spells

spoon sleep with me cuddled inside

tingle my shoulder till i fall asleep..

reality starts sipping in now

a single bed is more suitable for me.