Dear Eve,
I broke my promise. I truly did try to sleep. But I couldn't. So here I am an hour later. Thinking bout nothin, staring at the ceiling while in the floor. Wondering what happening on the other side of the door. Wondering what the heck is in store.
I'm a broken mess, but your still here. To my heart you are dear. Mostly because there's been no one. You and Rai. That's it.
I don't really have anyone. But I have you guys. And it makes life much better.
I'm sorry for breaking a promise.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my second poetry book started on February 9, 2017. Ended April 29, 2017. Who knows what's in store.