Half past sleepy.

by justbekozlowski

It’s half past sleepy, 

My words become dreamy,

The rhyme doesn’t stick,

Not even a bit, 

And the worst part is yet to come. 

It’s ten in the morning, 

I’ve just got to work, 

Today might not be so fun. 

My eyes have bought bags, 

To carry the sleep, 

We should have both shared last night, 

So they fall down heavily, 

Still full of dreams, 

And therefore they hamper my sight.