(This poem is by my friend actuallyitsbeth so go follow them!)
I'm sorry friends but soon I must go
My eyes are closing, though it is slow
I'm going to Edinburgh in the morn
And waking up hurts like a thorn
My train leaves at ten past ten
And if I miss it, I'm in trouble again
I have a few more minutes to talk
But after that I swear I must stop
As I should have slept and hour ago
Saliva dripping onto my pillow
I'm not too good at poetry
But I hope this mess does not blind thee.