Do you even listen when I speak,
Or do you pretend to be asleep,
Counting your precious sheep,
I promise you haven't heard the last from me,
I will haunt you even while you dream,
So my dear lover boy,
What shall it be,
Endless sloth and misery,
Or proving you love me.
- Nightingale
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Moonlight Poetry
PoetryPoetry and art are food for the soul. I think it's time you started feeding yourself. - Nightingale --------------------------------------------------------------------- An original collection of poems all written by me, I look forward to going th...
