Fuck nights like this.
it is always you I miss.
Tossing and turning,
how I wish I could be sleeping.
Tears flow onto my pillow,
cries I bellow.
It's 3.34 am and it's you I crave,
only you can be my saving grace.
YOU ARE READING
the chances i didn't take
Poetrymy thoughts, regrets and actions. alil dark poetry here
