Hours

Hours turn into days,

days turn into weeks.

I can't get out of my head,

I get no sleep.

Scared to look under my bed,

because that's where my demons lay their heads.

So I hide under the sheets,

while the demons sleep beneath.

C-L-S

VT

17 years old

Photography

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Niagara Falls

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Poetry

By C-L-S

That Ride

I fell asleep,
in your lap,
my head on your leg,
It wasn't one those deep sleeps,
It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,
asleep.

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Poetry

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Foolish Wishes

Wishes are a funny thing,
they are a thread of hope that pulls until it hits the next stitch,
the next wish,
I can't say I'm not one the fools who try,
I wish on everything I can find.

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