who's going to wash away yesterday's pain
now that you're gone
and when the lightning strikes at midnight
where are you going to be
maybe i'll hold on to you a little tighter
so that you won't leave one last time
i could stare at you longer
and you coulda giggle
so that the sound of your voice is forever etched in my mind.
i'll ride this feeling of euphoria
one last time
and maybe you could steer the wheel.
YOU ARE READING
2 am
Teen Fictioni sat on my desk until 2 am turning words into art and the blood from my mouth turned into ink.
