let me guess, you shouldn't sleep
a little problem infected my mind before i could sleep
window's open, so crawl in here, dude, it's cold out there
really? i thought you might come out here with me
everything is covered in white, the snow's like inches high
nevermind then, we can get cozy in here, and made a pillow fort
course, but -- ow, no pillow fort, you deserve a whole pillow barrage
empty your empty rage on me if you want, you're gonna get it, too!
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
