It's going to be late.
It's going to be dark.
I'm feeling so upset.
I'm out of my mind.
I dig all my regrets
Deep down in my soul.
It doesn't really help.
I can't just let it go.
I'm looking at the stars
And don't know what to do.
I'm seeing only dark sky.
In my thoughts is only you.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov
