Looking at the dim lights
Bringing so many memories
Ones I forgot I had
About the times I thought perfectThe ones I carve to have
So carefree
So riskyThinking about the nights I spent
Staring at the ceiling
Dimly lit by light
It became my eyesightMy safe place to hide
Thinking about the mistakes
Of that roomThe smells
The sounds
That window
I could never openThinking about the late nights
Spent in the dimly lit nights
Back when it was perfect
Back when I was carefreeBack 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
PoetrySeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.