I didn't plan on falling,
But now I can't stop calling,
And honestly I'm not even mad,
Because we together wasn't bad
Now I can't sleep at night,
But you will always be by my side.
And I remember all the time,
That when you were mine,
You made me smile,
Now I'm hoping that you answer for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
