I have loved the night
ever since I was a kid.
Because somehow it has the power
To bring out a vulnerability in people.
In the dark,
People are willing to spill secrets,
That they wouldn't admit to themselves
In the presence of the sun.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
