as my eyes slam shut.
My hopefuless outweighs my common sense.
Warmth fades to neutral; reminiscing what you said.
I should not let myself read so far into these things.
No monsters, but my night thoughts - laying under my bed.
as my eyes slam shut.
My hopefuless outweighs my common sense.
Warmth fades to neutral; reminiscing what you said.
I should not let myself read so far into these things.
No monsters, but my night thoughts - laying under my bed.
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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