Just before you wake
The sinewy men of day crawl through the window
Robbing the drowsy crystals from your eyes
Massaging the sleep cruelly from your thighs
Before the first ray of dawn touches your face
They burrow into your mind and steal fragments of your dream
And as you open your eyes they crawl back to the place from which they came
You might just catch a glimpse...
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
