I Lay
Through the window,
The glare of the moon.
Lights up my eyes,
Not only my room.
I flip over my pillow,
And roll over in bed,
But like sugar plum fairies,
You dance through my head.
In hopes I don't wake up,
In thoughts of our break up,
In wishes we make up,
I lay.
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2012
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