I dream about you today.
It felt good.
I don't want to wake up.
But i did.
And i hate the fact that i dreamed about you.
I hate the fact that i still remember you while you don't.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS
PoetryThis book is messed up just like my life. And not to forget. My feelings. WARNING: cute swear and cuss might be used in this book. You pure souls are not welcomed here. ;)
