and there will be nights
where I am looking at empty ceilings
and cobweb dust
or a make-believe scene–
something like fantasy,
and waking up from this daydream-like nightmare
is a must.
but all i had are nights that left me thinking
of two paths of two possible endings–
to feel the feeling of feeling empty
or to warmth myself with foolish longing.
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blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
