Dreams, they haunt us.
Sometimes when we wake up, our skin crawls.
When we fall off the bed in terror because the dream was too graphic.
But your parents say how tragic.
They make me not want to fall asleep.
But I lay there and count sheep.
Dreams, why do the come?
When all they make me want to do is run.
-Tea
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I write in my free time. I like to express my thoughts through words. //TW They are kinda dark but that's cause they are based off my feelings.
