Look at her beauty as she sleeps.
So soft and untouched by worldly terrors.
So sweet, an innocent to the harshness of life.
So lovely and clueless to anything bad.
Don't you wish you were her?
Wish to be in the world she's in?
But you're wrong to assume she knows of nothing at all. She knows of things others rarely know.
She is where I wish to be now.
Waiting for my true love to return once more.
To kiss my sweet lips, and revive me from unnatural sleep.
Where we would marry and live happily ever after...
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A Small Book Of Old Poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote a long time ago, I'm still rather fond of them. Hope you enjoy them.
