It's 2 am in the morning,
Sleepy,
But keep scrolling,
Our old conversations.
Cute. Innocent.
How I wish can framed it,
For not having to lose 'em.
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Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
2 am
It's 2 am in the morning,
Sleepy,
But keep scrolling,
Our old conversations.
Cute. Innocent.
How I wish can framed it,
For not having to lose 'em.
