Late nights , I toss and I turn.
Don't we all at some point?
We all lose sleep about things that haunt us .
Things that have left us scarred .
Things that no matter how much we shower we can't wash out .
We toss and turn , as we let water based memories run down our cheeks and into our pillows and covers.
Late nights we toss and turn , thinking about our past mistakes , the words that left a mark on us or the words that left a mark on someone else , the things we should've said , the things that were left unsaid, what we should have done and could have , but didn't.
Late nights
late nights where we stop and accept the past, we give in , before it begins to suffocate us.
'Theres nothing I could do now but move forward'
Late nights when we check our pulse to see if we are still here, before we dose off into deep sleep , we know we made it through the day , i guess it'll all be okay.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryThis is where I express what I think and how I feel ,basically my thoughts of the day and maybe you can relate to these things too, who knows ?
