Sleepy eyes, sleepy head,
Forgotten, forlorn, almost dead,
Waking from a nightmare,
Wondering why you're not there.
Sleepy eyes, want to shut,
But the pain is like a paper cut.
No blood, just burning sting,
The days first bird begins to sing.
Sleepy eyes, blinking, bleary,
Body always so weary,
Boneless, lying in a heap
Wishing you were mine to keep.
A contest entry
- Take Some Points From Me by iamlost.
1070 points, ended May 1, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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I like this, the energy is very strong in the words. The rhyme and rhythm throughout are very well done, and I like the ideas you've conveyed. Great write, thanks for the entry.
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