I woke up again,
In the middle of the night,
having trouble clearing my head,
and tears for you,
always seem to keep me awake.
There's nothing I can do,
and I don't know what to say.
But I have to try my best,
at being okay,
even with tear drops,
still drying on my pillowcase.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
شِعرJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
