Late to bed, early to rise,
Just awaiting your demise.
It'll be no surprise,
If a grain's worth, you are wise.
Caffeine won't suffice,
When too much, you sacrifice.
Fire, soon will be nice,
And water will be ice.
None but you, will hear your cries,
When you call for your eyes.
You'll beg the Christ,
But you're the Red that in the wolf's den, dies.
By: Number76
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My poetic diary (2019)
PoetrySo this is just a continuation of my old poetic diary. It's a lot better than last year's that's for sure. Ehehe~ I hope you too think I've improved. And thank you thank you so much for readinggg!! *Psst also check out @ElyDebora, she's the one put...
