I lay awake at night
with night bubbles taking flight.
The sheets are cold but I feel safe beneath it;
Safe from the thoughts floating around me.
My night bubbles are filled with heavy words and acid.
I pop them one by one; They fall on me like concrete.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
