He looked at her with his almond eyes filled with curiosity and asked, “what keeps you up at night?” She looked at the moon, patiently waiting in the sky, and said “my insomnia.” It’s almost as if the moon was also waiting for her answer.
My heart’s beating Pounding actually But my chest It’s heavy My mind Is empty I’m trying To smile politely To hide it But I can’t feel I can barely hear the words Falling from your mouth
your a mystery, that i can never understand. you tell me you want to talk more, then run off and ignore you give me kisses and love, then tell me that you dont want this you want to stay single for a while i get it but what i dont understand is