Late nights, Wide eyes.
Alarm clock set to ring in 2 hours, his face flashes in my mind like lighting on a stormy night.
I don't dare to sleep cause I know he'll be the main character in my dreams, and I'll wake up to find he was never mine.
Where did my love go? He was here one second now he's gone.
When did it all fall apart? When did he know he didn't feel the same in his heart?
where did my love go? He packed his bags and called a cab oh where did I go wrong.
where did my love go?
Was he ever here?
Was he ever gone?
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Late nights
PoetryAll these short stories, poems and songs were written by me and belong to me. These were all written during my time be dealing with Depression and Suicidal Thoughts. TRIGGER WARNING! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. My other account is @deleted_memories there...
