I've been waiting for the time to tick
It's your morning in my night sky
The time difference
Makes me sigh
Yes baby, it's 11 here
And 8 there
Wake up!
You have errands to run
While I go under the cover
And whisper goodnight
In your day sky!
YOU ARE READING
Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
