Little Star Poem by Dead Beat Poet

My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she's here it's hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.

She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I'm awake and she's disappeared,
I know I'll miss her for the whole day.

As soon as I'm home it's back to bed,
maybe she's waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it's only here we ever meet.