I was a poet seeking under the lost stars of your blazing eyes
I was the little child banging on the closet door waiting for your warm embrace that feels so nice
I was the midnight stranger who kept thinking of what the night holds when you come by
I was the one who saw through you when no one did by your side
I was always the one, but to you, i wasn't that someone.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
I was a poet seeking under the lost stars of your blazing eyes
I was the little child banging on the closet door waiting for your warm embrace that feels so nice
I was the midnight stranger who kept thinking of what the night holds when you come by
I was the one who saw through you when no one did by your side
I was always the one, but to you, i wasn't that someone.