sleeping is an escape,
from realitys hard experience.
though it never lasts forever,
i want to last eternally.
i wish for eternal slumber.
reality is not my taste.
this time itd last forever,
at last its eternal.
YOU ARE READING
𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 , poems
Poetry☆ dance dancey dance da-dance dancey dance!!1! in which, i ignored my ill symptoms n convert them into poems (most/if not all r free verse)
