SOME NIGHTS
Some nights we are not our best selves.
We're not sure why or how we feel,
the way we do on said nights.
Some nights communication seems impossible.. Words can't form in our minds,
to describe how exactly we feel at the time.
Some nights we're just not sure Of who exactly we are,
And where we stand in the lives of others.
But on those nights it is necessary to know
That we are loved
We are thought of ,We exist in hearts of lovely people
We live in sweet memories of beautiful minds Traces of us are everywhere
Our name resides on the tips of tongues.
Some nights are rough, harsh even,
Our heart aches and we don't know why.
But the night will always pass,
And it will come around again.
This time in the form of sweet bliss
Where you're too tired to think,
And fall into deep slumber immediately.
The night will come again,
But it will be better.
We will be better.
~Credits to the writer!