Bless the day that I was born
My friend, she says of herself
Possibly other than herself referring to me,
On stormy days, wind or rain,
Sun on high, or moon shone bright
On endless nights while she lies
In wait in reply to something of good
Worth or good measure, whatever
The weather, it's a sign for her, for us
To be cheerful.
I wish I were as care free,
Without any doubts,
Without any needs,
Because one day I know that I will die
possibly at the hands of another
Unable to recover I will lay there and wither
Alone,
Forgotten,
And
Undiscovered,
But as I see it life is just another
Vivid dream to me
While I lie awake
Among The Sleep
Hoping to reap opportunities fate
Hath carefully and preciously sowed
Why I would wait for or do such a thing
I feel as though only heaven knows.
I wish I would wake
For lying asleep could possibly
Be my biggest mistake,
Dreaming vivid dreams of
Crystal pools and crystalline lakes
That aren't there, but it's just a dream
I should relax and not care
For I know I will wake soon
With unrivaled haste at an unforeseen pace
For there is no time, no time to waste
Bless the day that I was born
My friend, she says of herself
Possibly other than herself referring to me,
On stormy days, wind or rain,
Sun on high, or moon shone bright
On endless days and endless nights
While we lie
In wait
Among The Sleep
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
