I'm thankful for your warm feelings,
the ones I think of,
before I sleep when I look up,
at the ceiling,
what am I to you now?
am I your stars at night?
am I that one you stare at so bright?
am I the one changing your life colors
rather than black and white?
you never share thoughts that
you think you'll regret,
but darling isn't it scary
how cold you might get?
you close your eyes,
so peacefully trying to sleep,
drowning with nightmares after a while,
your legs folding these sheets, because of such normal thoughts you're scared of saying.
i wish you helped me figure out your decision by yourself, i'm scared of waiting for you.
and end up with someone else, that's when i know, my expectations needed to be thrown away with the waste of life again.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
