I long for dreams of oceans deep,
of sailing upon the waves,
for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep,
instead of thoughts depraved.
But to sleep would have my friends away,
for they live across the world.
Aches are a small price to pay,
for even small trades of words.
In which I run out of imaginative titles. Last of the poems for now, the others I have are still being edited to meet my standards for uploading them, should only be a couple days though. This one's kind of sappy, tbh.