During the night ,
Don't you have thoughts that don't cross your mind during the day?
Like there's something special about it ,
Something that makes you question a lot of things,
Both past and present.
We experience the different layers of ourselves,
Layers of precious sin...and kind lies
The sins we've commited,
The lies we've told ourselves,
The lies that we've tried to believe,
we question ourselves,
Yet , this only happens during these broken nights.
These Sleepless nights,
In which the only demons that haunt us are ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Nights
Poesía~Layers of precious sin . . . filled with kind lies~ All my poems and thoughts , some of them are filled with hope , and others with despair , showing the two facets of a human being , their optimism and the dread they try to contain. Enjoy!
