Where am I going? To bed, of course!
So I can sleep and not open my eyes with force.
By 9:00 AM tomorrow, I will wake
To do the things I must undertake.
Because mornings are the worst!
For my eyes are darkened and I look cursed!
If I have to wake up early,
I'll stay awake in class barely.
When I'm sleeping, I feel content.
Into dreams of my own commenced.
Near my teddy bear, I cuddle.
Beside her, my fears are subtle.
Instead of nightmares, I dream well
Away from logic, 'cause let's be honest, on chaos my subconscious dwells.
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Pure Poetry Pt. 2
PoesiaA collection of the poetry I wrote during the 2024-2025 year.
