I don't know.
Maybe it was the first hug
Or the first text
Or the first conversation,
But somehow we ended up here.
Sitting in each other's arms
Watching Vin diesel try to speak.I don't know.
Where this will go
Or if tonight was the last time
Or if tomorrow is the horizon for more
But somehow I like you
And you like me while
Watching this TV.I met a boy and I like him and he likes me, but there's a problem. He's not looking for anything serious, and I guess neither am I, but in the end I'm pretty sure by Monday I won't even be in his memory anymore.
Hope everything is wonderful,
Katelyn
YOU ARE READING
10:37 p.m.
PoetryAt 10:37pm I pour my soul onto the ground For no one to see But me. Your thoughts are the most vibrant against a dark sky. This is a collection of shorter poems that pop into my head as the nights progress. They are raw and mostly unedited. Enjoy, K...