Sonnet 11616A Poem by K.M
When I get in bed
The dust mites tell me to sleep tight I lay down my head Why does this have to be a fight? Today, I heard what you said And what if that day I decided to turn out the light? Would you still wish I was gone? Yes you would... With all your might
© 2016 K.M |
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