Under the streetlight
Just you and me
Waiting for the bus
At midnight 3
Even I don't know
Who are you?
I still want to know
Why are you here?
At this late hour
Even though we are strangers
I can see we have many things in common
We both are young
Yet Alone
Standing apart
Don't wanna come close
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Conversations With My Heart | ✓ #wattys2018
PoetryEach night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy...
