Spilled ink at 12am

12AM

12 AM

And her mind wanders

She tends to think about

Something that happened

Five years ago or something

That happened 2 hours ago

Or something that could happen

Ten years from now.

Her mind is like a hurricane

It’s a wreck.

It’s full of beautiful yet

Awful thought

Its 1 AM and her mind 

Continues to wander.

AN
if anybody would like a second poem to one they really liked I would love to write it!