I lay here awake
Unable to take
My long-awaited break.
My days feel dreary
And they're often teary
The voices lurk; it's eerie.
Every week, and every day,
I think of you.
Every second, I dare to say,
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poetry! Interpret it how you will. -I wrote all of this myself so if you think I copied you let me know and we can work it out <3
