Tick tock..... Tick tock.
The minutes go by ever so slowly, when you can't sleep.
Tick...
Each second echoing in your head, as it slips away.
Tock...
One minute. Two..
Can't sleep...
Three... Four....
Wide awake
When will sleeps sweet embrace find me again?
I wish the sandman would stop forgetting where I live..
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
