They ask me, "How was your sleep?"
When I greet them with a steady smile.
I reply with, "Fine, I suppose."
Fine fine fine
Liar liar liar
But how were you suppose to notice
That I didn't sleep at all?
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
