I'm tired
Sleepless nights filled with dreams of the same silhouette
Reaching for you but I'm only patting air
Remembering all the shitty things that's happened
Still longing for a reality that doesn't seem to exist
That will never exist
So imma keep driving
Past every exit, breaking every speed limit
Drowning myself in my own misery
Wishing you was in the passenger seat
Instead it's a empty space filled with memories
Of something that will never be
YOU ARE READING
Your My Pandoras Box
Poetrythis is the second book to life is its own paradox another poem book but itll have more then one style in this one
