Thinking is Dangerous
Dim stars stuck on the ceiling
Paint on the walls peeling
I'm lying in a room
Quieter than a tomb
Barely breathing in my bed
While others sleep like the dead
I can't stop thinking about us
Despite how dangerous
It makes the sheets feel cold
With no one here to hold
Dreaming of you while awake
Feels so real but I know it's fake
Tonight again, I will not sleep
For softly, into my pillow I weep
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Grave Digger (poems)
PoetryA grave digger sees death every day. He digs up memories, buries the sadness, and covers tragedy with flowers. These are the poems of the grave diggers Enjoy these dark poems
