Last one awake.
Street lights leaking through my curtain.
Last one awake.
The creeking of the room.
Close your eyes.
I'll sleep soon, I'm certain.
Close your eyes.
But instead you share a secret with the moon.
It's so silent.
You blink at open ceiling.
It's so silent.
You roll in your sheets.
A secret.
That's not as appealing.
A secret.
That when the sun comes, it's obsolete.
YOU ARE READING
wonderin'
PoetryMaybe people will finally get an insight of how I feel, but, honestly, I don't know what to feel. HEADS UP M8 ! There will be yet another book of poems coming soon :) "wanderin' "
