I don't want to leave my bed,
Even with thunder pounding in my head.
The lightning strikes,
And illuminates the dull room.
I don't want to leave this room,
But one day I have to.
Five more minutes in bed,
Just to rest my head.
Five more minutes are over,
I still have to remove the cover.
But the storm makes me drowsy again,
And what's five more minutes to sleep in?
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
