As I think about what was said,
Stare at the ceiling as I lay in bed,
Bold numbers on my clock,
Sleep never coming as I wait,
Tick tock.
I've been thinking it over,
And now I see,
How much you mean to me,
I've been trying to ignore it,
And do something else,
But it's the only thing on my mind,
Clutching my pillow,
And resting my head,
Thinking of all the right things I could have said,
But maybe if I did it wouldn't seem quite right,
And I can't have a single stress less night.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
