It's some ridiculous part of the night, and I'm thinking about you.
Why the hell you?
The way you'd make me smile and feel the sun envy me because of my glow.
But, Where are you now?
Somewhere drowning your thoughts?
Deep in the abyss of 'this isn't me'?
Who is?
While you are out there masking yourself with lies, I stayed and asked the real questions.
Just to be hit with reality, if this is how you act now, why did I want you or why did you want me in the first place, huh?
Can't say?
Well look psycho, I'm done with your mind games, your silence too.
Speak up, so I can stop thinking and looking every night for you and your words that were never said.
YOU ARE READING
What's happy?
PoetryThis is a collection or stories, thoughts, and poems. Enjoy connecting and asking yourself the same questions. Or just the suspense and sadness of writings art. Now that time passes there starts to unfold a different feeling. It may surprise what is...
