Wake upA Poem by EyeM_E
I wash my hands with my tears
and it's back to the sleepless nights and fears of what the morning might bring. Will it be eggs? Will it be sand? Will it be rubber coats that dance? Will my eyes be focused? Should I get out of bed? Which dreams can I make a reality? © 2011 EyeM_E |
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Added on April 20, 2011 Last Updated on April 20, 2011 Author |