Alone at night,
In my bed,
I wish to see the color red.
But I know,
That if I do,
It will be the last thing I see, hear, or do, ever again,
Alone at night, in my bed.
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Flowers Bloom In Spring
PoetryThis is a book of poems, some of which may be triggering due to the content matter involved. Please, do not read this if it could cause you amy harm.
Alone At Night.
Alone at night,
In my bed,
I wish to see the color red.
But I know,
That if I do,
It will be the last thing I see, hear, or do, ever again,
Alone at night, in my bed.
