Sleep

by enfant du tordu chagrin   Aug 6, 2005


Beautiful, Wonderful, Something I love
Yet never seem to get enough of
The feeling as your eyes drift closed
The joy of which can't be disclosed

Lazy Morning, Lazy Days
Times which you sit in a daze
Nothing feels quite so great
Though lack of it makes you quite irate

Sitting here almost asleep
this class just makes me want to weep

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