Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
At this hour I know it's to late.
For writing and thinking.
Being restless mind spinning.
Words keep on chasing.
Heartbeat is racing.
Controlling my breathing.
In bed so revealing.
I should be dreaming.
Under warm blanket
so appealing.
Eyes are almost closing.
I find myself dozing.
Sweet dreams
before I am sleeping.
Joyce
Written by
Joyce
Please log in to view and add comments on poems