facing the ceiling
tears down my cheeks
puddles in the sheets
already saddened
fingernails in the mattress
my heart's doing backflips
something great
dust of yesterday
still in my brain
your nightmares
but my days scare
no one to pull or pet my hair
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
facing the ceiling
tears down my cheeks
puddles in the sheets
already saddened
fingernails in the mattress
my heart's doing backflips
something great
dust of yesterday
still in my brain
your nightmares
but my days scare
no one to pull or pet my hair
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