During the day
I lie awake
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
In the night time
It is high time
I get something done
But I can't
For it is dark
And I hear the lark
Sing it's melody
To take me away
In my dreams
So it seems
I lie there
Awake as well
But the room soon floods
And I am forced to trudge
Out of bed
For another day
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Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
