What am I supposed to do
when its 3 am
and cavetown plays loud
Right through my headphones
Into my ears and into my thoughts
But the only thing
that passes through my mind
Is your scent
And the way your hair feels
The way your breathe hitches
And the way your freckles dance
So beautifully on your face
What am I supposed to do
When its 4 am
And the music hasn't stopped
And my mind can't stop
Thinking of you
And your smile,
The way nothing seems
To break down your spirit
Or the way
You're so unphased by the word
-(fuck I'm falling)
YOU ARE READING
Hope & regret.
PoésieThe 2nd part to the very messy, amateur, in-progress book series I've been posting online. More poetry about things that have occurred, and more words dedicated To those who've left an impact on me.
