Go To Sleep

To the girl writing poetry at 2 am Stop You are beautiful You're like the moon if the moon ever came down to earth You are more precious than a single moon beam shining down through my open window at night as I lay there wishing for sleep to come tossing and turning trying to find the power button to turn off my restless mind You You are beautiful Your mind is beautiful And I know you write these poems because it is your way of bleeding and these words that you bleed flow and ebb in way that makes me jealous That makes me awe you And in the morning I know You'll feel refreshed and light But dearie Put the pencil down Put the paper up It is now 3 am Go to sleep