lately she's been wearing jeans
when it's 30 degrees out
and she's been tending
the circles under her eyes, it
is nourishing from her sleepless
nights,
mind wandering back and forth
until finally it grew bored.
why do you sleep? she asks herself.
la la la la
i think she lost her mind when
she started dreaming during
conscious hours.
deep in her heart, she really
wants to go.
"please, please, please,
let me get what i want.."
even the smiths couldn't cure her;
music heals her no more.
she likes the purple blurs
that looks rather nice on pale
skin.
she held her prayers
to her chest,
hoping to be blessed.
YOU ARE READING
QUIET.
Poetryin which i listen to stories and write them down, all the while thinking to myself that i am human. {poetry: 102; romance: 714}
