bedtime blues

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bedtime blues

sleep calls my weary head
ready to put a stressful day to bed
too tired to think; my head leans
so scary not knowing what tomorrow brings.
it's sad when that little girl with such ideals
meets the wound that never heals
meets the man that breaks her heart
and laughs at her as she falls apart.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

fallenlove’s Poems (80)

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We'll Make It Through This 1
Blue Skies 0
you're all i want 1
Save Yourself 0
Past 1
Breakdown 0
Failure 0
Depressed 0
Return 0
Far Away from Me 0
#1 0
Happy Street 0
Loving You 0
Fine 0
cherry pie 1
Bad but Good 0
Present Time, Different Place 0
sO wHat?! 0
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 0
Corey's Poem 0
Cross to Bear 0
Understand 0
Long Distance Loving 0
Nothing to Fear 0
I Love You Anyway 0
Hating 0
Waiting For Time 0
Calm 1
Failure 0
Losing Touch 0
Slack 0
Love's Not Forgotten 0
Roller Coaster Ride 0
Discovered 0
Waiting On YOU 1
A Ray Of Hope 0
I Love You Too 0
Love's Test 0
Missed Call 0
Missing You 0
Prove It 0
Need You Here 0
you, me, and the truth 0
HANG UP 0
I'm Missing (6/09) 0
How? 0
Naive Child 1
Suicide 0
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Nightmare 0
Fugitive 1
Setting Sun 1
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Good or Bad? 2
Tarnished 2
Sunny Days 0
A Better Life 1
Finally 1
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Life 2
Fruits of Labor 0
Moving On 1
Take Five 1
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bedtime blues 0
Unsure 0
Let Down 0
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Twisting Roads 1
Future Memory 0
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The Faded Day 1
Failure 1
Damn Memory 0
Living Hell 2
This Moment 0
To Survive The Rain 1
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Mid-Nightmare 0