I used to think stars could be bottled up in jars
Since I was afraid of the dark
That clouds could be pillows that won't mind that I cry alot
That the Sun followed me where I went
I used to wish for fairies to grant my wish
To fly
To see my mom
To be with her
I used to get sick alot
See the doctor every month
Needles here, there, everywhere
I used to think about death
Would it come for me now or later?
I used to practice my goodbye speech at night
What Id say to mom and dad
What would I ?
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Poetry in Bed
De TodoThoughts that arise from laying in bed late at night til early in the morning that turn out to sound poetic enough :3 Copyright2016 //S.E.S.C.//
