I'm tired and the wind is calling my name.
Its voice reminds me of my mothers, sweet and somber.
I'm tired and I can't remember from whence I came.
I think I might stay here for just a bit longer.
I'm tired and I'm too scared to return now.
All the courage drained of my bones and soul.
I'm tired and second chances aren't something they allow.
Although I'm desperate enough and I lack the self control.
I'm tired and I wonder what you're thinking about.
For a split second I wonder if my name ever crossed your mind.
I'm tired and I'm starting to doubt.
Makes me wonder if I'm being too kind.
I'm tired and I have nothing left to say.
Except that I wish you would've been the one to stay.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sleepy Time Poetry
PoesíaNothing special, just stuff I write when I get all tired and angry for no real reason. I didn't want to write another book so I wrote this. Hope you all enjoy it because if not istg I will quit this stupid app. Jk but please tell me if it's terrible.
