Sleepy I am
Tired I have become
But not of you, this one isn't about you
But you are in my mind
I dream of the sweet nectar of water, damn
Soon I will be an alum
There haven't been many who have been good, a few
You were always so kind
Where have my feet gone, it's a sham
It beckoned me, asked me to come
So i did, it didn't have a clue
We became one, it became mine
12:26
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
