I stare at my ceiling while lying in my bed,
As a line from a song repeats in my head,
The light I write by is red,
I feel like this line has already been said.
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
Repeat
I stare at my ceiling while lying in my bed,
As a line from a song repeats in my head,
The light I write by is red,
I feel like this line has already been said.
