A night full of dreams
A night full of love
Thinking of the things
We wish we may have
Looking at the stars
As one passed by
You closed your eyes to wish
And I started to cry
Confession? I love this
Only one night, I know
A night so lovely, a night so fun
But when the sun peaks in,
I look beside me
And found none.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
