All I Do Is SleepA Poem by Breezie KaePlease tell me what I’m feeling is a dream, I feel like I haven’t slept since January. The summer’s coming slow as ever, but somehow it’s late May; don’t get carried away by your own heart. Because the circles under my eyes are black, there is no turning back - my head’s been aching since March. All I do is sleep too late, just can’t get myself to wake, but it seems that I just can’t get enough. Don’t wake me, because I’d rather be dreaming. Don’t wake me, don’t know how to breathe. But now it seems, I don’t want to fall asleep; dreams can’t provide me with the comfort I need. But yet all I do is sleep too late, just can’t get myself to wake; but it seems that I’m getting way too much. Don’t wake me, because I’d rather be dreaming. Don’t wake me, don’t know how to breathe. The moonlight reminds me of my curse, I don’t have too much time to rehearse the wasted days which make me who I am. But yet all I do is sleep too much, it seems I’m in a rut; yet I’m doing all that I can. Don’t wake me, because I’d rather be dreaming. Don’t wake me, don’t know how to breathe. Don’t wake me, I don’t know how to breathe. © 2010 Breezie Kae |
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