Showing sad poems for tag "visions"

Basket of berries

Liza

In this bed, 
such comfy bed I lay,
the ceiling seems so calm.
The curtains, blocking the sun rays,

making broken pieces of sun.
Got my pen, got my notebook,
a pastel pillow under my head, that easy look.

Because there's no song without you,
there's no pen in my hand 
if it's not for you.
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