I was dreaming but I could hardly sleep
You sat at my door and swept me off my feet
As quickly as you were there, my friend, you were gone
Now I sleep and can no longer dream
As you were my last link to sanity
W.P. Thighs
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Finding the Light
PoetryExplore a collection of poetry, written by a 28 year old woman, that is continually growing. These lines are working to be the therapy needed to push up from rock bottom and re-examine what true happiness is supposed to be.
