Four years later
Wake up at 5:30
slept at 2
I wanted to catch the sunrise
wanted to see the purple hue
I pulled open the curtains, only to realize
that I was still in love with you
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
