All those late night conversations,
Do we only speak at that time because of boredom?
All those late night complications,
Do we only go to each other when we need something?
All those late night communications,
They are more than that.
All those late night sensations,
Come from a quickly formed friendship.
All those late night relations,
Come from a same love for the same stars.
All those late night expectations,
They are more than what we imagined.
Promise me we'll always be each other's late night conversations?
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoésieBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
