Sleep.
But I cannot sleep.
I wish to rest,
But the daylight creeps.
I lay hopeless in bed,
Half alive, but not exactly dead.
My eyes are stapled open wide,
In agony, I lay on my side.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
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Sleep.
But I cannot sleep.
I wish to rest,
But the daylight creeps.
I lay hopeless in bed,
Half alive, but not exactly dead.
My eyes are stapled open wide,
In agony, I lay on my side.
