Pretense, my friends, Pretense!

I don't wanna go to sleep,
I don't wanna go to bed
I just wanna keep
This Buzzing in my head.

It's late this Thursday night,
But it's later than the fright
That comes with the dawn,
That dooms my sleepy sight.

I see such sadness and evilness here. That scares me away, more than friends gone awry. Apply your issues, and dote on life and spiders. Poke the sunrise and embers of the fire. Live your dreams, as we all do.

Tis time to eat some salad.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-09-16 at 08:09

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
ok Morph...

I'll be happy to trade you my buzzing for your sleep..

enjoyed your write

Stan
2011-10-30


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a keeper!
clever.
2011-09-16