ITS GETTING LATE TONIGHT!!
Its getting late tonight, keep that pen away and turn off the night light; Get back to bed and sing me a song, of a stories you wrote in your poetic realm; You ask me about the things I wrote today, If I liked being sad so that I could write more Is my soul and heart really dampened like I make it seem in my writing, How do I live so many lives and never care about the real thing, If I see her as just as I see the young man’s bride that I keep creating, Did I really know all the answers to the questions I keep asking, Why do I make it seem if the world is full of perfect things when I am always sitting in the chair with a pen, dreaming! What if my life wasn’t just full of demons and it was just me not absolving, Why did I waste so many nights with sleepless thoughts around my writing when I could have just kept my pen and went ahead without abstaining, How will I live when I can no longer rhyme and people just stops reading; I wonder about all the questions she asked, if sh...