There we were, miles apart
standing in a crowd of unreal faces
Eyes were speaking two different stories of pain
So beautiful,couldn't help but look into them
Connected we were----
By our lack of sleep and loneliness
Connected we were by our pain
Had to bid goodbye
Coz at the end of the day
we wiped the tears which connected us
YOU ARE READING
My 2am Thoughts Fitted Into The Lines Of Poetry
PoetryThe perks of being an insomniac I get no sleep but sitting at the window and looking at the stars gives me ideas and thoughts which I weave into poems I hope you read it and maybe find something to relate with my thoughts
