3:04:35
It's 3 am and I can't sleep... Even though it sounds so heavenly
It feels so comfortable but my throat is so tight
My pillow calls for me to dream... And my body falls so happily
I feel sleepy but there's tears in my eyes
I wish I could hug you like my pillow
I wish I were just a little more bold
I fade in my bed the older you grow
But all I could show you is how I'm cold
This could be your last day
And there's nothing I can do
'Cause last you will remember is
I was cold to you
3:17:53
Lara Houssami
11-5-2019
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
