It would be nice to know,
What you look like when you wake up in the morning.
If you have rosy red cheeks,
from hours of sleep
messy hair,
tired eyes,
a lazy grin,
coffee or tea?
I'll never see
when you're most vulnerable,
oblivious to the world,
oblivious to me.
But I'll settle for seeing your face on screen,
at 4am in the morning
wondering where you are,
what you're doing
because it's better for me to know you're there,
somewhere..
than to know nothing at all.
YOU ARE READING
Just something.
Teen FictionJust some poems that are probably going to be indirectly about one direction.. JS