This is a story/free verse poem about the thoughts many people have laying in bed at night, contemplating things, their life, romance, murder. The usual.
Also an old daft I'd meant to finish, but never did. A drastic change of events happened between the writing of most of this poem and now. While I was thinking about marriage, she was thinking about b...
wow um this poem is a bit too short, really choppy and doesn't really flow quite well, plus I wrote it when I was half asleep. Yeah, I'm not proud of this poem...