Wait, My Secret.
My heart sleeps.
I lead it to, tell it to,
Want it to, beg it to.
Slumbering, breathe
Painlessly in and out.
In… and out…
In… and out…
Quiescent, breathe
Painlessly in and out.
Sleep my secret, sleep.
Copyright © Emma Gregory | Year Posted 2009
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