saturday night;
the people rejoice,
outside the light,
their eyes all bright.
saturday night,
I lost hope on you
in that night,
my tears cried too.
saturday night,
one wish that I wanted;
to be cherished,
and for you to change
it's so hard—
but here I am,
trying.
saturday night,
I was crying.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
