Tip toe.
Tip toe.
Don't let them know,
that you still see monsters under the bed.
If you do you'll be called mad instead.
Tip toe.
Tip toe.
Don't let them hear,
you crying out.
You don't want rumours to be spread about.
Tip toe.
Tip toe.
Don't let them be,
the thing that you need to be set free...
YOU ARE READING
A shout of quite poems
PuisiExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
