It isn't fair, you know.
That you get to sleep peacefully
while I toss and turn in bed-
clawing at my arms
and trying to will my thoughts away.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
It isn't fair, you know.
That you get to sleep peacefully
while I toss and turn in bed-
clawing at my arms
and trying to will my thoughts away.
Yet another new series (mind you, I still haven't finished the first one). Text messages that I almost sent, then chose not to, for some reason or another. The song for this poem is "Wherever You Are" by Angus and Julia Stone.
