Because...
You treated me
like I hung the moon,
And I acted like I didn't want you.
You used to beg me for just one chance,
Now I'm laying in bed wishing for a second.
The flowers you left on my doorstep that night
I said that I hated them, but just know...
I lied.
YOU ARE READING
Feeling after Midnight
PuisiLate night thoughts and poems. Leave a like and tell me what you can relate to. 🖤