I miss us.
I miss how we used to be.
the up all nights, the "I love you's"...
the conversations and words that wouldn't make sense to anyone but us.
we always knew what to say, and if we didn't it was still okay.
the rest of the world was invisible to us,
nothing else mattered but keeping each other happy.
those nights were memorable.
those nights were perfect.
and now they're gone.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts after midnight
Poetrythese are just some poems. some I wrote, some I didn't. I usually write when I'm upset, so most of them will be deep and somewhat disturbing. if I know who wrote it, I'll leave credit with initials. if I don't, I'll leave it as "-unknown". if it's m...
