We began at noon
And even then it was too soon
I wanted to go back to bed
There was an aching in my head
We had been up all night
Then ate potatoes till daylight
Then we hit the hay
Close to 6 I'll say
But now we're reaching dawn
And you're making fillet mignon
Guess I knew we'd be up all night again
Did I mention, as I write this, it's 3:05 am?
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
