Everything looks sadder in the blue of these Christmas lights
The future's growing dimmer with every hour awake tonight
And I know it's kind of silly
And I know I shouldn't care
But it kills me that you're coming home
And she's the one meeting you here
I used to write poems for people that broke my heart
Now I just think of them while laying awake in the dark
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Notes
DiversosA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
