i want
to get out of bed,
i do,
but my legs are made
of lead, and it hurts
to try to lift them
i want
to get out of bed,
but motivation ran away,
like a thief in the night,
and now i'm left
unable to move
i want
to get out of bed,
i do,
i really,
really
do, but sometimes
i just can't
YOU ARE READING
SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
