Insomnias a bitch
Sleep is a stranger
It rarely stays
Sometimes it runs off for a weekend away
When it comes back
Its mood can change.
Can wrestle me to the ground
And kidnap me for days
Our meeting places
domestic, nothing more
At times it's the bed
the chair
the floor
There are some magic
Beans that bring sleep back to me
And must be taken each night
With water, to help me
Trivial it must be
That hypnos he, would
Leave me lie
And abandon me
It's been years since I updated. I really do regret that. But I have notebooks and documents full of writing that I want to do something with. Plus I'm studying English Literature and Creative writing at university now, so I have a more urgent motivation to get me to write more xD
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My SpArKs Of InSaNiTy (Poetryish #1) (Complete)
PoezjaThese are some things I think of at random and they may be a bit weird :) (Mostly poems from 2014-2015) with a couple of recent additions that overlap with my next poetry book on here. I didn't post on here for a while so I think starting a new one...
