It was one of those night.
I couldn't fall asleep.
And it felt like I had been reading for hours.
So I just got up and sat at my window.
I grabbed a pillow and hold it tight.
As if it could give me the love I need.
As if it could fill that void.
I was talking to the moon and I told her my secrets.
She's good to listen.
More than anyone around.
And you know, as Iwas looking around, starring at the universe,
I thought
"Maybe we're here to do something.
Maybe I have to do something."
But then, I went back to my bed and fell asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my mind.
PoesiaHere are some thoughts I wrote down, usually late at night. Mostly about him. Sometimes about life. Read if you want to, react if you want to. It's just here because I feel like I need them to be somewhere. Somewhere to be found. Somewhere to be rem...
