I just want sleep, but it's just not coming.
Hear the clock tick, the ceiling fan humming.
Dreaming in my head.
Hope my hearts not dead.
What am I to do?
When there's no one to fight and everything to lose?
YOU ARE READING
sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.
