Insomniac
by Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
Can anyone please help me! and just do it for me...
im 15yrs. old and the teacher is nuts...
please im begging and i usually don't. :(
and if your kind enough to help me use words a 15 yr. old would know
