Looking at the dim lights
Bringing so many memories
Ones I forgot I had
About the times I thought perfect
The ones I carve to have
So carefree
So risky
Thinking about the nights I spent
Staring at the ceiling
Dimly lit by light
It became my eyesight
My safe place to hide
Thinking about the mistakes
Of that room
The smells
The sounds
That window
I could never open
Thinking about the late nights
Spent in the dimly lit nights
Back when it was perfect
Back when I was carefree
Back when I was stupid
Back when I was younger
Back to those nights
In the dimly lit lights
{ 2017 }
YOU ARE READING
Black And White
PoésieSeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.
