I'm so tired of having to write
all these nonsense poems for you,
while here I am wishing
that you were thinking of me too.
All these messed-up thoughts
at one in the morning,
and the fact that you appear
in my head when I'm dreaming,
is probably the worst case scenario
that means that I'm already falling.
Why is it you were always the rain
and I was the storm?
So here I am hoping that your clouds
would give me some more.
And here's to the last poem 'bout you
that I'll ever get to write,
so that maybe I'd get to
finally sleep well this night.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
