Sleep
SO TIRED I CAN'T SLEEP
WHAT AM I TO DO?
THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD KEEP RACING
THINKING OF NIGHTS SPENT WITH YOU
THE WAY YOU HOLD ME
WITH ARMS SO STRONG
THE WAY YOU KISS ME WITH LIPS SO TENDER
ITS ALMOST LIKE THAT IS WHERE I BELONG
I NEED TO PUT MY FEELINGS AWAY
TUCK THEM IN MY HEART SO DEEP
WHILE I TRY TO DRIFT OFF
INTO A NICE PEACEFUL SLEEP
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Darken Days | 0 | 12/15/2009 |
| Thank You | 0 | 10/27/2009 |
| Time Can Heal | 4 | 09/11/2009 |
| Sleep | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| Children | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| Fairy Tales | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| A Dream | 2 | 09/11/2009 |
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