I can't go out on Friday nights.
Sitting alone at a table for two just don't feel right.
Being in a new place, seeing all these new faces,
Nothing will ever be the same.
My mind won't stop,
I can't turn you off.
I know that you're at home.
I see your brown eyes everytime I close mine.
You know, that I'm alone.
No matter what I do,
I just think of you.
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS REMEMBER.
PoesíaJust a collection of random thoughts from my mind. Sorry if it gets too dark.
