She comes whenever she likes,
And lays on top of me,
I can never guess when she would strike,
Taking over me like her property.
She makes me shiver and quiver,
She stays with me all night,
And if satisfaction to her I don't deliver,
She stays even in the morning light.
She doesn't allow me to go anywhere,
And if I do, she lingers too,
So, firstly about her I should care,
And without her I can't live is true.
At times, she also comes in the afternoon,
Or in the evenings, when I am bored,
Sometimes I wonder if she is a bane or a boon,
Yet, she is the only one that I hate and adore.
At times I wish that she would go,
At times its her I want to keep,
What is so special about her, we all know,
Her name is 'Sleep'.
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1 comment:
Of course, I love poetry! (Saw your notice on "blog Share.")
I have a blog, at wordpress (and, other blogs at blogger too)
If you'd like to read the poetry on my blog, I'd love to hear what you think.
You've got a nice style to your writing.
(You should know that my blog has some "adult" or naughty elements to it also. But, the poetry is not as racy. You can click the "poetry" catagory.)
I'll be back to read more here.
Cheers & keep writing.
~Will
"bottomsUp..and, Then Some"
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