Thoughts of you come flooding in at 3am, like a spiral of delight and confusion, ever turning within my head.
And I can't help but lay here, wondering if there's any small possibility, that you might have the same affection.
This is but a lost cause, I know. But the heart and mind can truly be a treacheous pair.
It's possible enough to close our eyes to what we wish not to see, but nearly impossible to close our hearts, to what we wish not to feel.
-A.R.
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PuisiThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
