It's 1:21 in the morning
Everyone's peacefully sleeping
Probably dreaming
Of something about silver lining.
Hopefully, a girl was wide awake
Sleep can't find its room to make
Scared to shut her eyes
Afraid that'll give chance for nightmares to haunts her.
Stitches are burried deep down her skin
Implanted long ago by her ungrateful kin
One, two and three
Oh peace! Let me find it oh Thee!
A sad soul is always up past midnight
A sad heart always longs for her knight
But a girl like me, doesn't need any of that!
Just wanna find peace and engulf myself to sleep.
23/12/2018
/1:35 AM
BINABASA MO ANG
T h o u g h t s
PoetryThese are collections of poems that I wrote under different circumstances.
