Moon's glow and stardust
Set my restless soul to sleep
I feel my heart may combust
I simply cannot count sheep
Daytime, its a curse to be awake
The sun hurts my eyes
My form can't help but shake
From my bed, I won't rise
My arms shiver and ache
I fear my legs may fail me
My body's own personal earthquake
And my heart ushers me to flee
Where is my bed of moonlight?
Surround me in chirping crickets
My mind may continue to fight
Through these thorns and tickets
That surround my heart and home
Protected, I still don't feel alright
Under the stars, I can't feel alone
Now I'll lie down, goodnight
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
