So I am in a writing class and we have to do poems, let me know what you all think.
It’s 3am,
And I’m lying in bed.
Trying to stop,
The spinning in my head.
It’s 3.15,
I’m still not asleep.
Trying so hard,
I’ve reached a million sheep.
It’s 3.30,
And I’m lusting at the thought of you.
Wondering why it got this way,
And why this bed doesn’t have two.
It’s 3.45,
And I’m lusting still more.
Then I hear,
A quiet knocking at the front door.
It’s 4am,
And I’m going to sleep.
The bed’s warmer now,
Because you are here to massage my feet.
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