Sometimes - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Sometimes I like to put on music
And just lie on my bed
Starring out the window for hours
Sometimes my room gets really cold
And if I really wanted to, I could get under my covers.
But I dont.
Sometimes I like to lie there in the cold
And feel it tingle my skin
Through to my core
It gets very cold sometimes
But I never move
I stay lying there
Til the music stops.
Feeling the cold settle in me
Gives me peace.
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