Ten thirty on a wednesday
Honey
You should be sleeping
Instead of thinking about things
That you can't change
But wish you could
So what
They told you
Things they don't even know for sure
They needed to say something
Anything
So that's why
They said what they did
Wasn't true
But that's all they could muster
Honey
Do not let
Some boogiemen bosses
Bring down your spark
Do not drop anchor here
This
This is nothing
This is dirty dish water
Pull the plug
And let it tornado down the drain
You're better
You know yourself
Better than they do
Be yourself
Do not comform
Because they want you to
If this ain't it
Find it
Find the happiness
Find the brighter fuel
To aid your spark
But honey
Promise me
Please promise me
Do not drop anchor here
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
