Getting sleepy now
In my bed now
But I don't want to close my eyes
I'll let them tear up
Due to fear and sadness
And the fan blowing me cold air
I'll reach out my arm
Riddled with goosebumps
If I close my eyes
I'll decay
Like the withered petals
Of our shattered hearts
The Shattered Hearts Collection ยท Volume III
Poem 18