Yawning, my eyes drift closed
As I greet the night.
Do nightmares await me?
Or sweet pleasant dreams?
Or will there be nothing
Until I wake up?
No point in wondering;
I'll know tomorrow.
– SR Romney
Yawning, my eyes drift closed
As I greet the night.
Do nightmares await me?
Or sweet pleasant dreams?
Or will there be nothing
Until I wake up?
No point in wondering;
I'll know tomorrow.
– SR Romney