Regret, regret, regret, the one thing i'll always regret; not counting my sheep and falling asleep, so I always stay later in bed.
Regret, regret, regret, the feeling i'll never forget; I make all these mistakes and I feel a disgrace, I swear it'll kill me dead.
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Poetica Vol. 02
PoetryI still find it hard to sleep, am I too hungry and need to eat? I lay here, tossing and turning. What is my heart yearning? I switch on the light and begin to write, perhaps words will put me to sleep tonight... [More original poems by me]
