Goodnight
Sleep Tight
Don’t let the bed bugs bite
Everything’s going to be alright
Tomorrow you’ll wake up bright
Basking underneath the sunlight
But for now close your eyes tight
Forget about the fights
Turn off all the lights
Drown in slumber as you might
Let your dreams reunite
With the loneliness we foresight
Another day another night
One more page in the story we write
YOU ARE READING
Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-
