i keep writing poetry
within my sleep
tossing and turning
waking to freshly salted sheets
dreams are fleeting
who am i to say what
they're ever truly about
believing in your lies
the moon tries to console me
each and every night
but listen
here i am
a poem
which you will never write.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️