it's 8 pm and i should really be doing
more important things than thinking
about a boy who is a couple miles and
a million worlds away but
you make me think midnight thoughts
while i'm wide awake and i just can't help
but think about the time
we danced on the sidewalk
to no music
completely sober,
the time
you kissed me under the light post
so faint i thought i'd lose you to
the darkness,
the time
you grabbed my hand and told me
we'd have our chance in
this strange universe
and i can't help but wonder
why those are all just
my midnight thoughts
and non-existent in my reality.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
