when you sleep it's like you never cried,
breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.
when you sleep it's like you never lost,
boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.
when you sleep it's like you're still there,
and you still smile and you still care.
when you sleep you look young as I,
no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.
and so if sleep is death just being shy,
is it still so wrong,
to wish
to die?
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
when you sleep it's like you never cried,
breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.
when you sleep it's like you never lost,
boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.
when you sleep it's like you're still there,
and you still smile and you still care.
when you sleep you look young as I,
no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.
and so if sleep is death just being shy,
is it still so wrong,
to wish
to die?
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