All I ever thought of
Was how we used to play.
Chuckling, and giggling,
All that stupid shit.
You can't be real at all.
It must be all a dream.
Tell me this isn't real.
Let it all be a fucking dream!
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
