it's 1230, but here I am still,
staring at you, as if you hang
the stars and the moon.
and it continues
until 3 in the morning,
when you pulled me
abruptly into your embrace,
and we're laughing like toddlers
in each other bubbles.
who would have thought,
out of all the persons we've met,
it's you, who lightens up my world,
and it's me who brighten the sparks in you.
YOU ARE READING
Unsettled Emotions
Poésiejust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
