I waited for you
with insomnia in the eyes and summer on the skin.
I planted hope at the left-side:
the one of reason, the one of love
and this time, I weighed the regret
and anger escaped.
Can you see the nightmares in my eyes?
They are bits
of a night
without you.
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
I waited for you
with insomnia in the eyes and summer on the skin.
I planted hope at the left-side:
the one of reason, the one of love
and this time, I weighed the regret
and anger escaped.
Can you see the nightmares in my eyes?
They are bits
of a night
without you.