Drinking coffee and tea just to keep me awake.
And they say that this work is all for my sake.
The words alone, they sound fake.
Yet they go on about the memories we'll make.
You say it was the best days of your lives.
Well things have changed since that time.
So please, anyone, give me a sign.
That I'm doing well and will be fine.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
