I fell asleep because it was all I could do.
because late at night all I can think of is the girl with gashes on her arms and trouble in her eyes.
Because I don't get inspired much anymore.....
Unless she's there.
She is a girl you write poetry about.
and I do. The single smile she cracks in a day is the one when she finds one of my poems in her bag.
Her name is Onley, the girl with trouble in her eyes.
And she is beautiful.