As I stumbled to bed
Looking drained
There isn't much of my brain
It's all off now
Barely can think
Whats to come now
As I count the sheep
And wait till I fall
Rubbing my eyes
And close them tight
Picture made up stories
Till I lost control
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If Emotions Were A Poem
PoetryAdding words to a word to make it sound better. Creating a feeling into a poem.
