I am up at three in the morning
I am sleep free and its dawning
I look through my bedroom window
My Barbie Doll sleeps thankfully not awidow
Flossy is doing her usual yap yap
Being a bitch moonlighting at the gate small gap
Ziggy lies under my beemer five two five nonchalantly
One eye on Flossy and the in dog land
Galantly.
I used to wake up and these wee hours
And toss and turn till i could see through the window some flowers
During that time i would in futility replay mental videos of the day.
Being alone with my thoughts with nobody to play with nothing to say
Now i am glad to be up
I go my phone on word App
And start poeting
I write poetry
My Barbie Doll sleeps thankfully not awidow Flossy is doing her usual yap yap Being a moonlighting at the gate small gap Ziggy lies under my beemer five two five nonchalantly One eye on Flossy and the in dog land Galantly.....this is so beautiful. Describing that really makes it live. Now i am glad to be up I go my phone on word App And start poeting I write poetry.....sounds really good and productive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems got up from sweet dreams to write this poem at 3 am.your passion is shaping up now. Keep it up bro..