When I think of you,
there's a certain spark,
a light that shines in my mind,
eyes closed.
But when I open my eyes,
I see nothingness...
darkness,
in the middle of the night,
where you're not there...
and I'm all alone.
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoezjaA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
