My thoughts buzzing as the whirr of the air conditioning fills my head
Laying in bed, the strangest of thoughts occur
The crowd could yell and cheer when they hear my name
Or I could disappear into the flames
Laying in bed, the strangest of thoughts occur
There's a monster under my bed
Of my own imagination in my own head
Laying in bed, the strangest of thoughts occur
Things i've said at 1am
Laying in bed, the strangest of thoughts occur
YOU ARE READING
47 Hours Without You
PoetryNames kinda weird. It's literally the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. Another poetry book cause its the only thing i'm good at writing. Enjoy!! Also check out my entry for the #toalltheboyscontest : https://w.tt/2NGHDOq
