Your my sunshine in an empty place.
Laying half awake looking at the blinds move back and forth; the glow from the sun outside peaking through every moment or so.
Sleep is the infinite place where I'm good enough for you.
Sitting at the grandstand chatting and looking over all the lights of our town; an empty place was unexplainable, you were always the one I was thinking about.
All of the lights scattered everywhere.
I'm staring at the ceiling half awake and it's weird to think about how a few weeks ago, I didn't look twice your way.
So much has changed for me in the past couple of weeks; but I like it.
I'm not sure about the purpose of this but I'm calm, happy.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
