as i lay in my bed restlessly
not knowing when my mind will give up
about thinking o the long day at work and school
not knowing what time it is
i am truly wrapped around by this lonly night of ours,
winds coming from every direction
bringing their own sorrows,
i ask this night
and the lonely moon
where is my love
that im about to speak of
is she truly there waiting for me
as i am truly here.
...to be continued...
how is this...i know this is horrible
but do i show signs of a poet
2007-09-09
14:17:12
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➔ Poetry