People don't like mornings, they rather the cold breeze of a summer night and the moon shining slightly threw an opened window.
People don't like tea, they prefer the strong smell of coffee and the feeling of adrenaline running threw their veins.
People don't like the sun, they rather dancing barefoot in the pouring rain while looking up at a cloudy sky.
People don't like talking, crying too- they rather bleeding on paper just as poets do.
And People don't like kisses, they prefer big warm hugs, holding tight into someone- their hands in mine.
I don't like promises, or for a matter of fact neither goodbyes, I rather looking into people's eyes and dream of time
Where maybe one day I'll like people- and my smile too.
YOU ARE READING
Empty me, Fill me up
PoetryFor all the girl who ever felt the need to be emptied out and get filled up again by someone, to anyone who always feels too much - you are enough!
