sitting on my bed
my back against the wall
the blanket wrapped around
don't care at all
imagining you beside me
my head resting on your shoulder
but you're just a thought in my head
never in my arms
and the saddest part is
i'll never be yours
and you'll never be mine
like my thoughts sitting against this wall,
they don't make sense at all.
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12 am » poetry
Poetryit's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
