I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling,
Feeling.
Thinking over everything,
But I always end up back at nothing.
By 3 my mind is corrupted.
Every thought turns blue and sour.
Then they go back to you, my flower.
I wonder over and over again,
Does this feeling mean I'm smitten?
Then a voice ask if you care.
And the answer seem too much to bear.
You're taking me apart like bad glue,
As you leave me with night time blues.
(June 12, 2017)
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Puisi[It seemed unfair to just delete these] Lines to a story that never quite reached my tongue. (These poems are all mine. Please don't steal, cause that's rude af and you'd probs see me in hell for that, like you could just ask bro, no need to steal.)
