I am asleep today,
But dawn is on its way.
Peace, I hope to find,
And leave it all behind.
The Sun burns my swollen eyes.
My tired mind he spies.
He sees nought but reposing calm
Curled up in puerile charm.
The Wind stirs my burning skin
To kill the trance that I am in.
But I keep my eyes shut tight,
And leave it all behind.
I leave it all behind.
Peace, I hope to find.
She sings me a dirge tonight.
I leave it all behind.
Lullaby
11 years ago
i love the poems u compose...
i suggest start off with another series... :)
Beautiful Mind
May 11, 2008 at 9:25 PM