Arguing with my self Poetry by Ashley Pentycofe

Okay so I can't sleep

My mind full of sheep

Sheep of every color

Representing ever wonder

I know he loves me

But does he ever think of she

Does he miss her

Or how they were?

Of course not

Why even think of such rot

It's not me really

I guess I'm just being silly.

When my mind goes sour

I tend to worry away the hours

I long for that time

Where I dream dreams that are mine

The reals in my mind painting a story

That either ends in sadness or glory

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