Hello, you,
I cannot sleep,
you fell fast
before I could
even say goodnight.
I hope your dreams
are sugary sweet,
like eating
candied apples
with views
of autumn leaves.
I'll let you rest
your little head
upon your warm
and cozy bed,
no disturbance
from me, you'll see,
instead i'll leave this
poem here for you,
the one you'll never read.