3:00am poems were my soul laid bare Few pages of pain and silence, still you find beauty in them
I'll write metaphors to make you stay Sweet prose, and roses, for you everyday Please remain enjoying the saddest lines because I do, I always do
3:00am poems were heartbreaking tale Few pages of joy ripped off still I will live and find beauty in them
Papercuts will remind me of you remembering when you stopped reading them remembering when you stopped loving them because I never did, but I hope I did
Once upon a time..
you found me
in my dreams
reality's nightmare.
In reality, I've always dreamed of someone who will find my poems and love me for my thoughts. No one ever did. No one ever seek the depth of me. I still wish that someday, someone will look at my written words and understand why poetry looks so beautiful for me. I still wish that Meteorelle will be found.