Night is just too long,
I sit, and I wait;
Wait to be proved wrong.
Night is just too long
And I am not strong.
Now you are too late.
Night is just too long,
I sit, and I wait.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Queen
PoetryNew collection of poems, now following the metrics, not just rambling words rhyming at a point. Also short stories and flash fictions, anything that comes near my brain.
