As I lay in bed
Staring at nothingness,
Blackness, the unknown,
I can only see the memories
Keeping me awake.
A simple song.
A soft, gentle song
That brings soft whispers
Through my ears
Carries golden days,
Days already lived
That I won't live again,
Simple nostalgia.
Nostalgia, so cruel.
So bittersweet.
I weep quiet tears
Past midnight
While the stars watch.
So, I sleep
And dream of days
I'll never live again.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my poems. I do art too, and I may upload an art book! My doodle insta is dummyhead_doodles.
Also, I'll be taking requests/prompts. Thanks everyone!
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Lunchbox
PoetryLunchbox, a collection of poetry. (!!!May contain sensitive topics!!!) I really like to express myself through poetry, it's a good way to cope and I enjoy doing it in my spare time, even if I'm not very good at it. These may seem a little too em...
