i'm sleeping, don't wake me
it's the only time with no pain
i'm weeping, no more sleeping
the irony, what a shame
i'm still tired of fake love
but that's all they seem to give
or maybe is it just all i'm willing to take
because i'm sure i deserve better
YOU ARE READING
lowercase • poetry
Şiira collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
