From a stranger,
To someone I can't stop thinking about.
I watched you turn into a friend,
While the clock ticks at twelve.
The nights turned us,
To strangers who happened,
To have just met.
(But no),
We never met.
We don't have a clue,
About a thing or two.
Night falls,
Crashing down around me and you.
Carrying out an unnecessary unromantic subplot,
Figuring things into this dim lighted screen on my hand.
to be continued.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
From a stranger,
To someone I can't stop thinking about.
I watched you turn into a friend,
While the clock ticks at twelve.
The nights turned us,
To strangers who happened,
To have just met.
(But no),
We never met.
We don't have a clue,
About a thing or two.
Night falls,
Crashing down around me and you.
Carrying out an unnecessary unromantic subplot,
Figuring things into this dim lighted screen on my hand.
to be continued.
idk i'm sorry
