Silent night, we-eird night
All is calm, all is right
Until things end up wrong
In my mind, it's chaos
Having weirdly real dreams
Having weirdly real dreams
Silent night, we-eird night
Mom is there, frightfully bright
Oh, my gosh, is that my dad??
Is he wearing my dog as a hat??
I don't know what to do-o!
I don't know what to do.
Crazy night, we-eird night,
Please don't cry, child of mine
I don't know what I'm do-oing
I really wish I could wake up now
Someone, pinch me no-ow!
Someone, pinch me now.
Silent night, we-eird night
All is weird, not alright
When i wake up, it's really bleak
Cuz my mind is so dreadfully weak
Back to sleep, I go
Back to sleep, I go.
About the Creator
Mea Cho
Writing has always been a passion of mine. I've been writing since I was around 7 or 8 years old, where I would write down silly little stories on long car rides or help my dad brainstorm ideas for his soon-to-be book.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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