Telling stories so often
To my dear someone
Help me reach a rhyme
Days come like a wonder
Night whispers and shatters
Having a hard er time
Mirror tells me to hustle
Life isn't what you rustle
Whats so wrong ?
Oh whats so right
Cold tea under my covers
Blinks and ifs and hurdles
I just want to sleep tonight
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Author:
arial (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2025 10:44
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Comments1
Here the incongruities merge into cold tea under covers. Very nicely written
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