May 2015
Nights are filled with endless weeps,
endless cries.
Nights are filled with broken hearts,
broken ties.
Nights are filled with happy faces,
small goodbyes.
Every night is different
Yet every night's the same.
endless cries.
Nights are filled with broken hearts,
broken ties.
Nights are filled with happy faces,
small goodbyes.
Every night is different
Yet every night's the same.
its my first poem please don't hate
