I was younger
Maybe it liked me young
I was healthier
Maybe it liked I took care of me
When sleep loved me
It would take me under
To the black
To the happy forgotten
To the restful place
Loveless now, it takes me
To the bright
To the never forgiven
To the loud and unruly
Will sleep ever love me again
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Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
