Every night, before I sleep,
I say a few words.
At first, I was too formal,
Then too casual
(I'm not the best at it)
But then it struck me,
It's not the form, or even the words that count
It's the feelings behind them.
So I take a breath as I lie in bed,
And talk to the ceiling.
I ask for willpower, strength, and help
(And sometimes for his love)
But the one that takes the longest time
I'm afraid won't be acknowledged.
It's always on my mind
I wish something would happen to change things
To make it better, to stop this habit
It didn't work last time, but I won't give up.
I pray for her.
Author notes
Something for someone. My friends should have an idea of who.
Written May 5th, 2006
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thats sad, is this really affecting you that much...i suppose it would.
its a very nice short poem that gets across alot of of feelings its very sad and pretty welldone, a good ice breaker for a writers block
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