I look up at
the stars on my ceiling
and suddenly,
I'm seven years old,
tucked under my peony sheets
and too afraid to sleep
YOU ARE READING
Words of Midnights and Moonlit Murmurs
Poesiaall my thoughts, bleeding into these pages, enjoy. a collection of poems by H.W. Elizabeth.
1. At Night Time
I look up at
the stars on my ceiling
and suddenly,
I'm seven years old,
tucked under my peony sheets
and too afraid to sleep
