Sleep is sparse
Times are hard
Still I manage to always dream of you
Not my first,
but I know you'll be my last
Sleep is sparse
I know we are both used to that
Come and find me
In your silence
I will hold you in the quiet
I know of your anxiety
When it's all enough come and find me
Sleep is sparse
Times are hard
Our separation affects me too
Not my first,
but I know you'll be my last
Sleep is sparse,
but I know we can handle that
Come and find me
In your silence
I will hold you in the quiet
I know of you anxiety
When it's all enough
Come and find me
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Frankie Martinelli
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Comments (4)
Fabulous!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
I think every person in the world will relate to your poem. I like the repetitive pattern. Very well done!
This was so relatable! I loved it!
Frankie, I really liked this one. It had a beautiful flow to it!