As the reality of the morning sets in, I find myself laying under my covers, soaking in the warmth that should have taken me to Dreamland, but alas have failed to do so. As comforting as soft embrace of my bed is, there is rarely any rest. I know I need it, but I'm not tired. Perhaps all the naps I've been taking due to the chaos that is my sleep schedule have ruined me.
I wonder what they are up to right now. I can't even remember our time zone differences, but I do know that I wonder what they do at this time. My brain is filled with wonders as to what they could possibly be up to. Recording? Scrolling? Sleeping? Crying? I don't want the last to be the case. With that stupid, racist man spreading hate to them, there's no telling the impact. They hide the pain so well, or perhaps they don't feel it... But only beasts walk through life with no feeling. And I know they feel a lot. I can hear in their music.
My soft and sweet
My gentle boy
My heart you keep
You bring me joy
I love you so
My child of Moon
If you ever go
The world will be gloom
Poem cuz I can
CITEȘTI
Just Talkin'
AlteleI guess this is like a book of one-shots. I just write, I have a poem book where I vent, but sometimes I can't express what I'm thinking in just a poem.
