Mar 2015
It’s already midnight.* Go to sleep, dear.
You have a brand new day ahead of you.
He’s already in his bed,
dreaming of someone else.
Why are you still wide awake,
quietly proclaiming your love for him?
The only person who can hear your confession
is you, the lovestruck insomniac.
You have a brand new day ahead of you.
He’s already in his bed,
dreaming of someone else.
Why are you still wide awake,
quietly proclaiming your love for him?
The only person who can hear your confession
is you, the lovestruck insomniac.
is it wrong for me to say that i don't actually have anyone in mind when i write poems like this?
