The connection,
In few hours,
You felt like a friend,
I wanted,
I needed.
It's lonely,
But somehow for the first time in years,
I smiled at someone's text
Our secret,
Our Night,
One conversation,
Few hours.
I would treasure.
Because little did I know,
When the sun comes up,
Our night will become a fading memory.
YOU ARE READING
S.h.e
PoetryS.H.E Words of a teenager, Emotions colliding against her freewill. Her screams, No one seems to hear. Are you willing to?
