Poem 1: Counting Sheep.

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Cut my heart to pieces,

Does it make you feel alright?

I hear everything is better,

Brighter on the other side.

Doesn't fit the weekends,

Lonely on a Friday night.

I hear everything is bigger,

Crowded in a farther mind.

Companions are for dreamers,

Tell me are your dreams like mine?

Please my darling don't be kind,

My fragile heart can't descry a lie.

At night when I'm not with you,

Wishing just to feel you close,

These tears will dry real soon I know,

It's hard to think so.

If I said I missed you,

I'd slowly let my morals go.

Just go with the flow.

If you wish to say goodbye,

I simply ask that you just leave.

The words you say I realize,

Just cede my heart alluring leads.

Suddenly I see,

That I'm better off just on my own.

Solicitude reverting from growth.

At night when I'm not with you,

Tired of being hungry, unknown.

I lay awake waiting for sleep,

I'll just count sheep..

                           Dark_Shadow000

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