March 12, 2023
Loud ticking of the clock
Tells me to run to you
I came to see you, but you were gone.
Shadows of our past, still present.
Paper soaking up the liquids
Ink fighting and running to each other
Screaming "I ruined it"
I thought what we had was special, I guess not.
I shouldn't have answered
Should've left you on delivered
Now I'm in too deep and
I can't breathe.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Late Night Thoughts
PoesiaPoems, Essays, and Diary Entries that occupies my mind. Life lessons that I learned growing up and random thoughts that we can't always vocalise.
