and I’m still here.
I really should
get my butt in gear.
Time flys
before you know it.
it’s Two am
and my circles show it.
For having no life
I’m a busy bee.
I can’t remember last
when a friend saw me.
I take drive my mother
I write for my blog
I read other’s poems
I create a log.
I look at the time
and
where did it go?
Darn I must’ove
been reading slow.
It’s Two Am
I need to sleep
That’s why I’m writing
it’s better than counting sheep.
Okay not really
That was a lie.
When I sleep
I get scared
that I’m soon going to die.
So I keep myself busy
at least in my head
until my sanity
is as thin as a thread.
It’s Two Am
I think I can sleep
up in four hours
I have promises to keep.
Goodnight world
stay beautiful for me
I will see you tomorrow
that’s my promise to thee.
at least for now.







