Sun in my eyes,
Blankets twisted around my body,
An ache, deep in my chest.
Loads of work,
Procrastinated till the moment before.
I didn't want to wake up,
Not to this dying world.
Tell me I can travel through sleep,
Into my isolated dreamland,
Under the soft covers of my bed.
Tell me I don't have to face the world,
Full of sneering faces,
And cold shoulders,
And work that I cannot do.
I'll just hide under my comforter for a day,
And hope this dark world will go away.
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Poetry!!
PoetryJust some poems that I write, be warned, some of them are kinda sad. Here ya go!
