Something we do
Throughout an entire week
Is sleep
Dreaming about things in our mind
Like a pickup line
If I had a nickel every time you were
In my mind
I'd have five cents
Truly you never left
You're in there somewhere
By somewhere I mean everywhere
When I stare off into space
I think about your beautiful face
It cooks my mind
Like a grenade
Bound to explode
The thoughts of you.
Sleep
The time I can think about you
It makes my life complete
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By JT Bridges
PoetryTo Start this of Read this Words to persuade Your eyes into Looking into each verse Each stanza speaks the same It's all plain Or is it? Poetry can be quite strange But if you love doing something You'll survive with how it Changes things. Read...
