I'm lying in the street with my eyes closed.
Waiting, Hoping, Begging.
A car will come any minute now.
It does not.
It will be over any minute now.
It is not.
I decide to go inside, before I catch a cold.
I'm lying in bed and hope for sleep to come.
It does not.
I glance at my phone.
Waiting, Hoping, Begging.
It will buzz any minute now.
It does not.
I wait for you to regret leaving.
You do not.
YOU ARE READING
mindful rambling
Poesía"I am the damsel in distress, and words, my knight in shining armor" this is a wreck but so am i plz read it
