These unsaid words
Creeping in my head
Never gives me rest
While I lay in my bed
I count sheep
And pray for sleep
I count the stars till I reach mars
And I pray for sweet dreams
And for my eyelids to grow weak.
I hope I start melting,
Sweetly fading away with the sunset.
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