1.It feels like I'm striking off lines,
From my Book Of Rules.
Like,
Staying awake until it's morning,
Because your thoughts are like uninvited guests, who won't stop singing me a sad lullaby.
Like,
Knowing you're not allowed to smoke in your house,
But really enjoying your cigarette at 1 am.
Like,
Knowing it's been more than a year that you've gone,
And still disagreeing to move on.
Like,
Knowing you're not the definition of love,
And still, questioning the existence of love.
Like,
Closing all my windows shut in this cold weather,
And leaving the ventilators open.
Like,
Knowing there are no firm grounds,
And still,leaping.
-HOPE
YOU ARE READING
LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.
PoetryShe used to say it would really make her feel great if I ever wrote a book so here I am but we are not. Jotting down everything I feel.
