Sometimes late at night while you sleep.
It visits and your dreams it eats.
It creeps through your house and in your room, it peeks.
To the closet or under your bed it goes.
You know its present when you get a chill at your toes.
Snug up in your bed it seeps through your ears straight into your head.
Leave the light on if you want but in your dreams, it’s sure to haunt.
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Poems
PoesíaHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
