As sleep takes me to my dreams,
Its like my world rips at the seams,
I try to find some logic in the slumbering world,
But all I find is chaos and reality a messed up swirl,
I fear the times when dreams make me weep,
For I find it harder to fall asleep,
A want to sleep is felt by my eyes,
But they are kept open by all the lies.
Wow that really great!!! I'm glad I inspired you!Your poetry kinda inspired me to write this somehow haha. ^-^''
This one is for you.
This is my response:
Surely there's something
I can say.
Surely there's something
If I may.
For there's a lurking.
For there's a seeking.
Oh why can't words come?
Something. Something.
All I can say is that
A nobody like you
Is a somebody to me.
A response to your poem.
A somebody to you?
I feel that to be true.
I think a lot can be felt,
of that I do,
Because I feel friendship coming straight from you.





















