Goodnight sweet sorrow
I'll see you tomorrow
But for now I must lay my head
And rest in my sarrowless bed
Where the good dreams come
And the bad go away
I make up the fantasies in my head
Because it helps me cope the next day
Goodnight sweet dreams
I'd love to stay
But the morrow is here
And I must go away
For I need to fulfill my destiny
Of whatever my sweet sorrow will bring me
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Poems
PoésiePoetry is a way to express ourselves, whether what we write is fictional or not. [Completed] (Some of these are pretty.... hng..... Read the last ones they're better.)
