Instead of ripping the covers off of it,
          Shaking it violently,
                    And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,

I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
          Before its dreams are forgotten

Sleep by *Marian-ette

 I love this.

I think I’m a little bit tired of the chase.  

(and then I had a ton of other stuff written out but it started to get metaphorical

so I’ll just write a poem instead)