He keeps me up at night
A face I can barely remember
Years later seeing things in a different light
Feeling broken, late nights in December
YOU ARE READING
Messages I Never Sent
PoesíaJust a compilation of my thoughts. From messages I wrote but backed out of sending, to poetry I wrote on the spur of the moment.
Hindsight
He keeps me up at night
A face I can barely remember
Years later seeing things in a different light
Feeling broken, late nights in December