Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi