I asked God to give me a sign, to make me realize what's good and what's bad.
The happy song I was hoping for didn't came on shuffle.
Your face was nowhere to be found throughout the day.
So I'm taking a step back and ignoring your pretty face.
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies.
PoetryYou're stuck in my head like lullabies, singing me to sleep. Calming down my fears.
