Sometimes at night ,
When I cannot sleep,
I listen to music.
I listen to soft sounds,
That flows through my ears ,
and sad words,
Sung like a forgotten lullaby.
Sometimes at night,
When I cannot sleep,
I imagine myself,
Gracefully dancing,
To the songs I hear.
I twirl and I spin ,
Over and over agian,
Until mu sleepy eyes,
No longer fight to be opened,
and my mind slowly drifts,
Into unconsciousness.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
