its 12am,
and i have a waterfall,
a red painting,
and a heart that beats so slow.
its killing me,
because i cant stop crying.
and the thing is
i don't know why.
_____
this isnt a poem but i just really had alot of thoughts.
-aly
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Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
