Sunday, May 2, 2010

Crappy poetry, like my brother told me to write

Sunday morning


Cloudy,

Dog snores peacefully,

Best friend sleeps,


Tired.


Church starts without me,

Birds are chirping,

Love lies a step away,


Tired.


Pain in my neck,

Dryness in my throat,

Happiness in my Heart,


Tired.

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