My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she’s here it’s hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.
She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I’m awake and she’s disappeared,
I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.
As soon as I’m home it’s back to bed,
she’ll be waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it’s only in my dreams we ever meet.
dead beat poet 
wow. so simple, yet so beautiful. it made me smile, thankyou for writing it.
Its a question of trust
Its a Question of Lust
Its a Question of why I bothered even being born at all
Now I should rest my sleepy eyeballs
Only like Happy Emotions, so that would be me well and truly never fucked !