Go to sleep my dear
I know you're tired all the time
But maybe sleep i fear
Is not the only thing that's wrong
and sure it may help if your head touched the pillow
but I know you sit
and I know you wallow
oh I don't know but I guess
and then I confess
it's not you but it's me
in your shoes
i realise that im a worrier
id love to mend a broken soul
but most of all i worry
theres more than what im told
you never did like to share your soul
so when you gave me a piece
I was sure to swallow it whole
but what if there's more than the words that you (dot dot dot)
YOU ARE READING
not the truth
Puisi•a piece of my soul bundled in lies and rhymes and late night tears and fears and thoughts and rarely the truth•
