sometimes
do you ever just lay on your back
at 1:33 am
and stare at the ceiling with marvelous thoughts dancing in your mind
like how you got so lucky to find a boy like him
who makes you feel like the most extraordinary girl on the planet
or at least the most extraordinary girl on his planet
YOU ARE READING
soft thoughts, sad reality
Poezjacollection of amateur poems that people seem to like :)
