Counting Sheep
Maybe I need a Doctor;
Therapy session wasn't enough to get me proper.
Bring me the best singer;
All these lullaby can't heal my insomnia
Why leave?
Why have you done that to innocent me?
You didn't just left my heart with a hole,
You went away with my soul.
I feel like I'm overdosed on Hallucinogens,
Because every night I'm having bad dreams
What are these things?
What have you done to me?
I need piliton,
Maybe you used love portion
then you left, While you enjoy with your next
Your X is on bed Counting sheep to get rest.
Copyright © Samuel Makuzula | Year Posted 2022
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