Love
has always been my weakness
It creates scars within your soul
Deep in
That you cannot fix
It creates traumas
That gives you nightmares
That makes you stay awake staring at the ceiling
At 4 am
Thoughts running through your mind
Doing a marathon running through it
Circling and and circling
Until they get tired
And you fall asleep
Thinking of them
YOU ARE READING
A Marathon Of Thoughts
ПоэзияThis is a collections of thoughts I've written over the years describing my feels toward random stuff that I've faced in life .
