I'm alone in my bed,
With all my demons in the head.
Why I should be here,
Without you near?
Soul is crushed and sold
Loneliness just take her growth
Sadness made her way to my heart
It's two minutes before I fall apart
Lights of the city break through my window
Let's take a seat in a front row
Moon is so bright
Maybe it's a sign?
I'm looking for something I can't buy
You always need something to certify
No facts are needed everything in front of you
Just look at it through my point of view
YOU ARE READING
metanoia | poems
Poetry𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 [meh-ta-noy-ah] • Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or the way of life. Cover photo is made by me. All the rights reserved. If you want to quote, please mention my username.
