I coudn't sleep,
But I have to.
I almost drip,
I just wish that you can hold it too.
I,
I was here before you,
And now you're here,
But she's taking you.
YOU ARE READING
Into The World Of Poetry
PoetryThe mere sadness; hope against hope. Timelessness yet feeling outmoded. The agony of sorrowful experience; indefinite sensation and, the latest wrinkle of deep sentiment.
"I"
I coudn't sleep,
But I have to.
I almost drip,
I just wish that you can hold it too.
I,
I was here before you,
And now you're here,
But she's taking you.
