Is she real?
I ask myself everyday.
I see her everyday.
But i'm still not sure if she's real.
I don't know how she feels.
And i don't know what she thinks.
She doesn't like to talk.
And she doesn't share her feelings and thoughts.
Not with me.
Not with anyone.
YOU ARE READING
midnight poetry
Poetrythese are some of my thoughts and stories. written down in sleepless nights, published without second thoughts, if it's really a good idea to share them publicly. but i guess i've got nothing to lose.
