" i am tired of this place,
i hope people change.
i need time to replace
what i gave away
and my hopes,
they are high,
i must keep them small.
though i try to resist,
i still want it all. "
- fools, troye sivan
YOU ARE READING
4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
