15 November 2012
My mind chooses, I wish it would end. I wish I could stop it, So I don't have to pretend.
Does it mean I love him, That can't be right. It's only the visions, I get at night.
For once I thought, He'd be only a friend. He's not even handsome, It doesn't make sense.
So please brain, Let me sleep in peace. Sweet dreams aren't made of these!
Daily Poem • Opuss № I