The Moon watches me as I sleep this night,
I have had trouble sleeping alone,
But the Moon bathes me in its soft
Gentle glow of happiness,
Slowly lulling me...sleep.
Dreams spotted with the
Moon's gentle grace
Rising me
Into
Space.
Tea
Is for
The thinkers,
Lonesome at night
With mystical thoughts.
It is for the writers,
The dreamers who cannot sleep
At the late hours of night or
The lonesome hour of morning's light.
Tea comforts the broken and lost tonight.
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Horrifically Lovely Short Stories and Poems
RandomA collection of short stories and poems that cover topics surrounding complicated topics such as love, death, and mental health.
