UndeadA Poem by I Am Svetlana
Save me from the demon
That crawled into my bed. The one who lives inside my head. I go to sleep with stories unread. Words unsaid. The world will soon become undead. There is one I know Who drags me down too deep. That stalks me in my sleep. Wishing me, a thing for it to keep. Hoping one day, we could meet. Along that long and empty street. Bring me to the surface When it wishes to drown me. There are new places I wish to be. People I wish to see. Just drag me back to reality! © 2014 I Am Svetlana |
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11 Reviews Added on January 6, 2014 Last Updated on January 6, 2014 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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