These Days

A poem. Enjoy I suppose. The spacing didn't really happen the way I wanted it to.

                                        These Days


                                                        These days are
            full of long nights
                            She said
      and these nights are filled (with)
                                up of me )me(


                your bed is
          filled with
                        the
            bed
                of birds

              and as the whistle of the
                ;wind[ rushes ]
      through the motel door

                    i can’t help but unfrown
              because yourso
                                                                beautiful
        on topof me
  ohme;ohmy!ohno?

o-h! yes!