At night,
When I lay down,
I write beautiful poetry for you
In my head.
I can never
Quite remember it,
But I’m sure it’s about flowers,
You can probably hear birds singing,
And by the end
I am sure I have created a masterpiece.
But I've not wrote it down.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
At night,
When I lay down,
I write beautiful poetry for you
In my head.
I can never
Quite remember it,
But I’m sure it’s about flowers,
You can probably hear birds singing,
And by the end
I am sure I have created a masterpiece.
But I've not wrote it down.
