tired,awake, alone i lie in this cold bed trying to sleep
slowly warmed by my breaths,i'm writing a poem on the edge of sleep and death.
and as i type on the keypad of my cellphone two things come to my mind.
will this poem make it to poetry?
have i fucked up the formatting?
never wrote a poem on my cell.anyway,lot of poems on saturday.so keep
your weekend free!;)