The sky is a great pin-pricked sheet,
Through which small specks of light may seep,
As you struggle to go to sleep,
Through your window you take a peep,
And think of memories you keep,
Of who's above that deep black sheet.
Ok... its nice... a very simple poem... but perhaps it's look like a quote!!! cos its just a simple sentense for me... anyway make it bigger... i mean not to brod be specifix although it's much better if you will not ended up with only 1 paragraph or sentence.... cos for me whats the use of writting such lovely poem if i can't feel what you really meant at your poem... i hope you understand what i am saying?