it's at that point of the week
when it all catches up to you
when tired fills your bones
and you can't fathom the weekend ahead
despite it being exciting
when you just want to sleep
no matter the world around
that time of the week
More by ominous poet
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winter
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it -
Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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