nobody told me
there'd be nights like this
laying on the soft
warm bed,
thinking,
mind racing.
no chance of falling asleep
i just wish you were here
with me
and took my insomnia away
guess i won't be sleeping tonight
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poesiaour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
