I can't sleep with you stuck in my head
And setting monsters beneath my bed.
Black, white, grey
Everything fades away.
Creatures appear from everything you say
But only receed with the light of new day.
It all melts together to bring
About this ungodly thing.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
