Ten thirty on a wednesday
Honey
You should be sleeping
Instead of thinking about things
That you can't change
But wish you couldSo what
They told you
Things they don't even know for sure
They needed to say something
Anything
So that's why
They said what they didWasn't true
But that's all they could musterHoney
Do not let
Some boogiemen bosses
Bring down your spark
Do not drop anchor hereThis
This is nothing
This is dirty dish water
Pull the plug
And let it tornado down the drainYou're better
You know yourself
Better than they doBe yourself
Do not comform
Because they want you toIf this ain't it
Find it
Find the happiness
Find the brighter fuel
To aid your sparkBut honey
Promise me
Please promise me
Do not drop anchor here
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...