tired eyes squint behind the brightness
The artificial light that couldn't bring any happiness,
Her thoughts swirled in the mid of a lonely night
Not getting response from her lover so she sighed.
YOU ARE READING
What I Write So I Can Sleep
Poetrya r c a n e ; understand by few, mysterious or secret. do you ever get that sudden hollow feeling on some days? nights? out of blue? that feeling where you can't feel your body and all you can hear is your mind? thoughts creeping into your mind spac...
