NOT FINNISHED

by lish   Jan 1, 2009


My bedtime grows near
And I begin to shake
To be asleep,
Is what i'll have to fake

He comes into my room
And a tear rolls out my eye
What I endure tonight
Will make you want to cry

As his footsteps draw
i quickly close my eyes

NOT FINNISHED

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