If I could sleep with my words
I would
I'd cuddle them nice and good
Lay in a bed of words
The pillow the frame and all
Let them surround me whole
Four walls will make the room
Each side a different mood
One side of cheer and laughs
One side of pain and nags
One side of goals and wants
One side that hates and taunts
This room is where I'll lay
Whenever I'm astray
Heart ache any type of pain
This is where I'll go
To give rest to my soul
So even if I'm lost
One thing I've always known
I'm not alone
when I lay down with my poems
Do you lay in bed while writing poems I know I do.