He speaks solemnly and slowly
As I stand straight on my bed.
He says what he says
And I listen souly to what he says.
Having hoping has had no happiness.
Waiting, wondering, while
I stand straight on my bed.
No napping this night.
He says what he says
And I've heard many moments of what he says
When I stand straight on my bed.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
ŞiirA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
