who are you when the clock strikes three?
when all is pitch black and these walls feel free?
does your head go rampage like mine?
do your tears look like stars once they fall from your eyes?
do thoughts go savage all at once?
where your body feels numb but you wanted to run?
who are you at nine am?
with baggy eyes and a broken heart —and thoughts that can't seem to stop?
who are you?
who are you at all?
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Before I Let You Go | Poetry
PoetryA collection of unforgettable memories turned into words. To my new readers, please check out my first poetry book, Words Left Unsaid. Thank you!
