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