8:01 P.M.
saturday evening
tick-tock.
tick-tock.
tick-tock.
my headphones are on
but no music is playing
a notebook in my lap
no one can read what i'm saying
a pen in my hand
moving with the second hand
i just wish
things were simpler
i just wish
i wasn't confined by these four walls
i just wish
i wasn't trapped by my self
i just wish
i wasn't stuck within my own mind
that i could be
where i belong
in your arms
all night long
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
