It's late and I'm tired but thoughts of you are surrounding me and you just seem to keep me going in a way that no one else can but you don't know that, you don't know that thoughts of us seem to consume me every late night and they always seem to eat me from the inside out so tell me, are you satisfied with being the end of me?
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poetryi love writing poetry but i hate figuring out titles so disregard them because they're poorly planned out but the poems are good i hope
